Swiftcurrent Creek all that remains

:D i should really read territory descriptions... xD

It did not take long for a creature to emerge through the trees (because Tokio is assuming there are trees). In fact, it had taken hardly any time at all, in which in a occurrence of an extremely rare moment, Nevermore was taken aback by the swiftness in which the she wolf approached so soon after he had ended his howl. Of course, it was possible she had not been all that far away from him in the first place - she could have been fairly close, simply out of his sight and down of the chilling gusts that kicked up now and then, winter’s breath whispering secrets to the trees. She was easy to spot against the stark white of the snow that dusted the earth’s colors, though, he thought with a darkly charming tilt of his mouth ever so slightly upwards, not nearly as entirely as he did. Nevermore was a winter born creature, though there was nothing to speak of it, nothing but warrior’s build and height to serve reminiscent to the white sheep in a family of black sheep: Gem DeMonte. Shadows and the darkest of nights seemed to be where Nevermore belonged. Physical appearance was dark, sense of humor was dark and cynical, he had dark charisma. A dark past; a self crowned king of the night if he was feeling dramatic.

Nevermore could feel the honey colored female’s eyes looking him over him, and noticed with a nonchalance that her gaze lingered a little longer over his missing eye and scar that marred otherwise flawless fur. Staring was something he had grown accustomed too. It no longer bothered him as it once had, though if the staring were to continue unbroken for an extending amount of time he would probably began to feel uncomfortable but otherwise it sparked no feeling inside him. Lips spliced to reply to her questions, both spoke in one breath. Straight to the point. Nevermore admired that quality, having never harbored any sort of patience for beating around the bush. "My name is Nevermore. Nevermore DeMonte." He had long since abandoned his actual first name, given to him by Giselle. The last person to call him ‘Jace’ had been his sister before she mysterious vanished, and the name, even the barest whisper of it, brought to his heart a stab of pain and concern though he had been given no choice but to assume Poetic as dead. Nevermore had been his name ever since that cranky old fox he had ran into before entering the Salvajes so long ago had given it to him. Befitting of his dark nature, certainly.

"I came to find out about your pack, to see if your pack would be a fit, and I to you." After all, Nevermore saw no purpose in joining a pack just because. He liked to know the facts first, and offer relevant facts of his own to see if there was a compatibility. If not, he would move on. He was more the capable of taking care of himself, and knew how to ration food to keep him from both starving and how to save it so he would never be without it. Five years had been time to learn some useful tricks of life.