Wolf's ear twitches. He looks at his surroundings, constantly staying alert due to the difference in his fur color. He can smell a pack nearby, a small one full of young pups. They'd die within a few sunsets. His fur slaps against a tree as it creaks. Birds howl and fly away, terrified. He watches where they are coming from. Probably an enemy wolf pack. But, maybe it was something he could attack. They were just birds, afterall. He creeps toward the noise, slowly smelling more wolves, but just...one wolf it seemed as it. Dead wolves, many of them. His fur rises slowly in fear as he sees it. A large, flesh-like creature that would demolish him into pieces. He runs as it smells him, hiding in brambles as thorns poke and tear at his fur. It walks by, shaking the Earth. His breathing slows purposely, learning this mechancism after he was a puppy and prey ran from him. He would have to hope he'd survive. Just hope.
