Whitefish River Forever Wandering

His porcelain fur seems even paler in the clouded light as he stands bravely before the two. Unbothered by the male a few meters away when his teeth show. Cross isn’t here to cause problems, rather he’s here to seek out answers and perhaps find out what happened to him.


“Not a problem, ma’am.” He replies back quaintly to both her sentences. The first, being careful not to wander into pack territory and the second, calling her ma’am.

Then her next question causes even him to think. He doesn’t know exactly what could be next. He decides he wants to join them in hopes of finding answers to his sudden appearance in these strange new lands. The monster that brought him here with no memory confuses him, has his questioning everything. Yet, the only thing he can do now is move forward.

“I was hopping to join.” Is the simple answer he gives. “If I’d be so lucky.” He adds at the end with a smooth smile.