The Dawn has No Patience

Without hesitation, the male nodded his large black and white patterned head in agreement and said, "To some degree, yes..." Hunting was in their nature, every wolf knew how to do it, but Jagger knew that there was more for him to learn. There always is.

Stepping into the fresh snow that blanketed the earth with his large webbed white paws, Jagger started to walk in the general direction where Raven had pointed with her long black snout. Not knowing what Jagger was getting himself into, he put his full faith and confidence into this new wolf. For Raven, this journey would get her into a new pack. For Jagger, this journey would hopefully allow him to make new companions and be able to prove his loyalty.

What drew Jagger's attention about Raven the most, wasn't the scar the resided on her shoulder. Or the fact that her eyes couldn't make up their mind on what color they were, blue or silver. But it was the fact she had a troubled past, and he could see it on the look on her face. It was clear as a dark summer night with all the stars lighting up the beautiful sky. He wanted to ask her about it, but considering that he's asked her so many questions already, it was best to save that conversation for another time.

Once again, Jagger perked up his dark charcoal ears to take a listen, and noticed that he was the only one making crunching in between the snow and the earth. He looked back to see midnight coated female just standing there looking at the rabbit, as though she was meditating. Jagger let out a concerned yelp saying: "Hey, are you coming?"