I lost a friend.

His dark ears twitched atop his small head and they caught sounds; he had learned that long ago and come to appreciate their value to him as a young hunter. A young warrior, a young thinker, a young explorer bound to go on any adventure that presented itself.

Soft feet padded him toward the open mouth of the den, his nostrils raised up to the sky to take in the scents that were almost as familiar of his family. There was only the briefest of pauses before he breached the distance and exited into the outside world. Pack land.

Constantine walked with what appeared to be an aimless path, but he had a purpose. It was just unseen, unknown, hidden.

He had easily become the secretive sort.