Innuendo padded along the riverbank, his nose raised to the breeze, inhaling all the new unfamiliar scents.
His ebony-raven coat ruffled and rippled harshly, looking somewhat battered after the long trek.
He was searching for the leader here, or leaders.
Hopefully they would understand he was not used to being submissive, since he had been the destined alpha heir.
His maw curled into a savage snarl as pictures flooded back into his mind - the beta's triumphant face, the final death-rattle of his proud father.
So, he'd been driven out, so he'd come to live among the outcasts of these lands. Surely word would've reached them of a black lupe on the run after almost killing a messenger?
Or should that be spy? He thought to himself, a dark gaping hole opening.
He should have killed them all, leaving their bodies lying mangled in a bloodied heap.
For Innuendo was not a nice, caring wolf. He was a brutal killer who was desperate to take revenge for his sire's death.
He raised his muzzle once more, this time letting out a howl, that held no threat nor friendliness, but neutral.
He was calling to the leaders, asking of their acceptance, or of their presence. This, also, was not rude nor polite, but neutral. For he was indeed a neutral wolf.