No friend of mine

Patrolling was easy. It was a job someone who had nothing else better to do, would do. It was a way to release strain from a mind. Exercise. Focus. 
Easy. 

Occasionally, Cry would scare up a meal to keep himself occupied, or simply to fill caches if they were not full or if he wasn't hungry, but today was different. 
There was someone from the pack, doing the same thing. 

This grey wolf didn't have the stature of the Alpha, nor the size, or movement. It was a younger lupine, one who the dark prince had not yet met. 
He hated socializing.

Walking near the younger brute, Cry murmured a greeting.

"Hello."