Mount Apikuni go among the lost

Instincts of a predator carry him through the snow, his gait light and arid.

Maman brought home a new man. Chaudry sees reason to learn about him, to test if he is a threat to his position or the pack. He trails him now, far enough behind to keep his large figure relatively concealed.

It was a strange sight, the wolf muttering and murmuring to himself. The hulking figure stills for a moment, eyes of his mother's likeness narrowing, analysing, calculating.

Ears catching the final sentence, he steps from the shadows now. Haunting? He repeats without further question. Though he can speak when necessary, Chaudry is not one to share more than a few words with a stranger.