The young, black wolf with silver markings on his face and startling bright, vivid green eyes walked though the snow, cold, powdery substance crunching softly and pleasingly under paw.
He sat, looking over the vast expanse. The snow stretched endlessly as far he could see, meeting the sky that was just as pale with the faintest hint of gray. The crisp, cool breeze slightly buffeted his fur and he leaned into it, eyes closed and face tilted skyward. A small, blissful smile appeared on his face as he thought of the journey ahead, even as sorrow tugged at his heart.
As painful as the decision was, he'd decided to leave his Birth pack. He felt like he never quite belonged, something some of the older wolves seemed more than happy to emphasize.
The wind seemed to be tugging incessantly at his fur and his paws tingled as if prompting him in a certain direction. He opened his eyes and started off, excited for the adventure ahead.
The young wolf's green eyes widened as he was tackled by what he could only describe as a bright blur of color. The blond wolf's tail wagged excitedly as she looked down at him, bright blue eyes shining like ice and pink tongue lolling.
Her eyes flickered away for a brief moment before she untangled herself, going to stand beside a small, black wolf. The blond wolf nuzzled under her chin, eyes soft and shining with love.
The young, black wolf fought the urge to shiver as the smaller wolf looked at him. Her large, unnerving, eerily beautiful, dark brown eyes seeming both emotionless and somehow friendly at the same time.
The blindingly colorful wolf beside her looked out of place in the bleak, colorless landscape. Muti-colored streaks clustered next to her right ear. It was strange, almost as if she had once been human.
"You'll have to excuse my beloved." The stoic looking she-wolf said. Her voice was flat and deadpan, eyes briefly showing a flicker of amusement. The blond wolf's eyes slid closed in contentment, an expression of bliss on her face. They made a strange pair.
A happy yip cut off any response the young wolf might've made as two large, slender gray wolf's glanced behind them, eyes rolling as they parted to reveal a small, striped wolf.
Vivid green orbs blinked in surprise. The small wolf was younger than him by about two moons with fur still fluffy and soft looking. He was dark gray, almost black with thin whitish-pale silver stripes on his back, face and paws.
After taking in his appearance, the black wolf found himself tackled once more. He quickly took his place in the pack, becoming close friends with the striped wolf and no longer feeling like an outcast.