Duskfire Glacier Down into the crypts

His marking complete, Capricorn straightened and began to kick dirt over the damp spot left on the ground. His curled tail waved comfortably over his back as he turned, ready to continue his patrol... and stopped when he noticed someone watching him from afar.

Capricorn took a couple slow steps in Malachi's direction, then a few more when he caught sight of the male's fur. Malachi's coat was more like a patchwork quilt than a random pattern, smattered with shades of brown and white in a most unusual manner. Capricorn vaguely remembered a wolf on Montem Aquilonem with similar colours, but the pattern on that wolf's coat had been less predictable than Malachi's.

Capricorn could only guess at the origin of the male's pattern, but he didn't ask. "Good afternoon," said Capricorn respectfully as he closed the distance between himself and Malachi. His ears fell back immediately in accordance with his rank, which he automatically acknowledged was beneath Malachi. In time Capricorn was likely to prove a wolf who deserved to be in the upper echelon; that time was not now, though. He knew where he stood.