Abaddon’s Vela pelt glittered in the air, his eyes gazing through the blossoms of the field; he crept slowly around the landscape. He’d seen a few other wolves here tonight, and didn’t recognize any of the three. They weren’t from Amberbjorne. Abaddon had a good memory. If they were Amberbjorne members, he’d know.
Eyes searching, he paced along. His sisters, mother, and brother were at home, as far as he knew. The Starling teen was quite sneaky. He didn’t even live with his family! So, he could sneak away whenever he wanted to. It was quite nice, actually. Belatedly, he wondered if he’d ever meet his father - a tiger Felis, judging by the looks of all three of his siblings, though Abaddon himself was only a Starling. If you hadn’t considered that his mother, Evangeline, was the only adult Starling in Amberbjorne, you might not think to suspect that Abaddon was her son. Not if you knew his much less reclusive brother and sisters, and knew that they were tiger Felis combined with Starling.
He nosed a pretty little bloom. Elane might like this place. The flowers were her kind of thing.

“I can’t trust a single thing you say.”