[SilentFeather]

A young at heart but mature bright red wolf roamed the lands of Blood Moon, sitting down in the lush emerald green moss that covered the roots of a thickly, ebony trunked, towering tree. He had bright red fur and was quite large in size but he was soft as a ball of cotton but only to those who he truly trusted would see that side of him. He had honey colored eyes. Life was meant to be with a pack but his beloved one was murdered cruelly by a group of hunters. As if by lick he was the one and only survivor of his pack. He lived each day to the fullest or at least what was meant to be lived. He found that he wanted to be the one murdered by those "humans" that he was taught to hate and as such he avoided them at any and all costs. He was in search for a name for himself, in search for a pack to be a part of and be loved like he was when he was a small pup.

He laid down and with a heavy sigh of swiftly moving breath he closed his eyes, making sure that he was safe before he dared to put his guard down. He slumbered for a short while, stretching out all four of his slender, lithe legs. He yawned, revealing his blade sharp teeth to the heavens above. He dreamed soundly, keeping an ear out for what would probably be a short rest. He breathed softly, each breath raising up his back just so it could lower with each outward breath from steel strong jaws. He soon awoke, finding that it was dark and the lands of Blood Moon was covered in a blanket of pitch black darkness and found it easier to travel when under no suspision from the other nearby packs or humans either.

He licked his fur and groomed himself until it was down and slicked back as if he were putting a layer of jel in hair. He was also a rogue as Dominic Rhodes was but soon the two wolves of different backgrounds would be an inseparable match. He sighed sadly, massive but gentle paws stepping carefully through the heavy woods toward nowhere he knew. These were unknown lands but he did not care of where he was or where he was going. He wanted to die and suffer like his clan did to be with them. He felt like he failed his clan miserably.

He was aware that he was not in control but he still felt sadly and hopeless. Soon he had ventured through a new and rowdy place called "the city" and was quickly out of place there, staying under the cloak of nightfall. He sighed once more, his fur spiking up as he stopped to raise his head up to the skies above, noticing a strange light in the clouds from time to time. He despised the lightning and the thunder even more like the roaring of lions. Perhaps even louder than that. He was tired but he forced his aching legs and badly pulsing paws to keep stepping forward till he saw the small presence of a little pup eating from a trash can. He approached Dominic, inviting him to eat a few bites of the steaks without much asking.

The wolf's name was Ke'anu and he was a force to be reckoned with. He did not harm Dominic as he considered him to be of no threat to him.