Morgra nodded and a cold shiver ran down her spine. She shook her damp pelt quietly. Inferno was actually rather warm. It made her shrug closer to his body. The winter was killing her slowly too.
"Wolfbane must surely hate us. But winter is at its middle. We must gather our food and store it. She tilted her head towards Inferno "So how did you get your scars?"

He grinned at Morgra; a light smile gracing his face. He placed his paw on her shoulder and looked up at the stars.Yes. We must gather it before it goes away..His audicals pricked up and he became slightly tense. But he answered all the same as he didn't mind being honest.I was born with some of them, but a wolf gave me this one.He pointed to the scar on his face.And a human gave me this one.He ran his paw down his side, where the long deep scar slit down it.I was a warrior wolf also, so my father made this mark on my cheek. He had to make it deep, to show I was leader. The deeper your mark, the more high in the pack you are.He pointed at the curved ring that spun around in a swirl on his left cheek.I guess I look pretty messed up, huh? An Outcast...He sighed and looked at Morgra, the pain washing away from him as he looked into her eyes. Morgra's interest to his scars was derelict. And she thought that sometimes to survive you must fight. As Morgra looked into his pupils she felt cynical. And her body poised just a little closer. And she shivered when his paw was placed on her shoulder. Morgra was usually a torment. Hurting that close by, or threatening them. But something about Inferno made her feel like she was home. Though, she never really did have a home. And she was glad that he kept her warm. As they both stared up to the skies a shooting star swam through the midnight. Morgra sighed. And turned back to Inferno.
"I don't think you're an outcast. I've seen strange wolves with wings nowadays. Yet, this scar,"She said waving her maw in the air. "My sister gave this to me."
Morgra said no more after that, but continued to gaze at the wonder. He followed her gaze to the star that had so elegantly swished past, and smiled. He'd never seen a shooting star in his whole life. He felt comforted with Morgra. Others treated him dimly, but Morgra and he were like twins. They were both scarred, and they'd both learned things the hard way. His gaze drew back to her as he studied her slender maw and her visionaries as they stayed set on the sky's wonder. He watches them as their beauty pierced him. He grinned once again his crooked little smile, glad he and Morgra had many things in common, but even happier that something about her always left him dangling.
"Yeah......we're pretty much alike. Not many differences between us..."He dipped his head to the side, watching the scar on her maw. "I suppose we have lots alike then." He pointed to the unseen side of his maw, and a deep jagged, scar singed against his muzzle. "I did this to myself..." The stars above were reminiscing. It dazzled her completely. But as Inferno spoke his intuition her eyes smouldered and she turned her gaze away from the heavens and deeply into his mind.
"How could you? Inferno, how could you be so poised? Tell me dear friend. Why"
Morgra was surely concerned by this matter of fact. But her anger was held back. A historical glint in his eyes told Morgra that the atmosphere was fine. Fine indeed. No rustle in the leaves. No breeze in the air. No disturbing smells or sounds. Though it was as if the moon was singing to us. Morgra continued to stare at his eyes, then she tilted her head to look at his mirror reflection scar to hers.