fire flashes in the sky

Luka never considered himself to be a warrior. While he could hold his own against an equal opposing unit most wolves he would be paired against would overpower him. Where he was tall and lanky they were towering and beefy. Where thin strips of muscle lined Luka's body they were packed with toned meat. The ebony male considered himself more of a wolf to talk predicaments out rather than fight for justice. When it came to patrolling he just prayed no wolf who was more of a bear than lupus danced under his nose. Luka deemed his wanderings as patrolling but it was more of a search for herbs and plants while maintaining boarded safety for means of his pack. As often as the inky male wandered meeting new pack mates was pushed to the side.  The snow blanketed landscape didn't allow for the coal drenched male to be stealthy. While the winter still pressed on Luka chose to trot with pride in his gait. Better they see a towering, gawky, ebony dripped pelt in the white than one who was trying to be hidden...rather unsuccessfully. With his head tip towards the new born blood sky, attempting to look powerful, Luka took notice of another wolf. With his head also raised the male was looking at the horizon. Before the other male could get a proper glance snow slapped his sable colored pelt making him jump. He then proceeded to promenade from below the tree and continue to sashay in his own little way. Luka picked up his pace to match the other males. When he was close enough to be heard Luka barked. "Hi, I am Luka. I don't think I have met you before."