Otter Creek Doomsday

Harrey had been wandering around, feeding on scraps or whatever he could find. Occasionally he would creep into some pack's borders and steal a fresh hare or so but usually he would hunt in neutral grounds or eat carcasses left by pack wolves, wolves who were well fed. Not that the prince wasn't well fed, he ate everyday, it just wasn't enough for a young wolf. But it kept him strong, and for now, that was all Harrey cared about, he truly had no purpose in these wilds, but he was going to find one sooner or later, and then everyone would know his name.

The princeling came back to the Creek, the Creek where he had met that white Blackfeather wolf who was trying to climb the rocks, incredibly stupid wolf but at least he had a pack and a purpose. Something that Harrey did not have. And he wasn't going to join a pack, unless they were going to recognize him as a prince or a king and the rightful ruler and treat him with respect. But obviously, that wasn't happening.

A white figure stood at the banks of the Creek and Harrey who was in a rather social mood, strode forward and looked into the water with the wolf. "Hey, whats-" he paused, eyes widening at the sight of white eyes. "Big brother?"