Northstar Vale Let's see how you take this

He heard him at the door. Pawsteps that matched the gait and heft of his brother. The small den grew darker as the large wolf filled out the entrance. 

Though his scent wasn't alone. He had food. Food seemed nice. 

The black wolf stirred from his rest. A nap, kind of, but he hadn't been sleeping. 

"You can just leave it right there," he said, though didn't turn to face his brother. He'd rather his ruined face not be viewed. His useless, clouded white eye. The imperfection that disgraced his once-beautiful face. It should not be seen.