Blackfeather Woods Do you think it's to late for me?

He realized, a bit late, that his lurking in the shadows probably was sending the Wrong message. He slipped forward out of the shadows, a smirk on his face. "Never seen so many kids out, playing at the tasks their parents should be doing." He edged closer, sizing the male up. "You look barely old enough to be an apprentice. Where is your mentour, Pup?" He might take this land for his own, set up a pack of Rejects and vagabonds, of wolves like himself.