the fire's only lit when death spits on it

LOL 'his mind went BOOM'

Kedge was not a warrior for no reason, a wolf made of the shadows and ice, cold and darkness, he heard the whisper of a familiar voice. He moved towards the sound and fierce eyes of pure ice glowed out of the pure blackness of the land. And he saw his brother, the one that he hadn't seen for about a year now. The same white wolf with white eyes, had he finally found the sense to leave dad behind and go? Or had his mad disorder taken over forever? Keith's pelt glowed, surrounded by utter darkness and a soft chilling laugh slipped from the exiled princeling's lips as he stepped forward.

"Forgot how to hide, Keithen? Anyone could see you here, with that pelt of yours." he said with a cant of his head, a sardonic smirk spreading across his features. It was the full moon today, but Kedge would not call his brother Moonbane, he loved Keith not the beast inside him and he was not going to talk to Moonbane, he was going to talk to the little silver bastard that was his brother. "I hope you haven't forgotten your brother, my lord

Kedge moved forward, white eyes staring at his twin emotionlessly. His black figure moved soundlessly as he walked, the shadows seemingly wreathing around him, as if accompanying him and shielding him. Keith smelled of a pack, he wondered briefly if it was in the North, and if he was king and lord of the lands. He doubted it, the customs and traditions here were different, packs that resided here all had their different cultures.