A silver-eyed male walked alone, fur the grey shade of pure steel. Purple danced over Royce’s pelt in patches of smooth piebald, lending him an unearthly beauty. The Krustallos, a rare creature in Starfall, approached the borders of Tarben, a pack with a bloody history. He knew none of this, of course, knew not that he was about to affiliate himself with a pack whose legacy was writ in blood, ice and snow. He howled with a pure, confident strength.
Royce had been in Starfall for some time now. He had learned several territories by heart, exploring their features and climate, mapping out in his mind the locations of each pack he knew of. Winter had the lands of Starfall in its cold, harsh grip. He left pawprints in the crunchy, icy snow of the land just outside of Tarben as he shifted himself to a sitting position, waiting.

“Can’t you see what’s tearing you apart?”