Riot padded forward, a smirk painted on his silver muzzle. His golden eyes traced the forestry (is that a word?) for signs of movement. He took a moment to shake his pelt when a breeze blew past, containing scents of wolves. Two females and one male to be exact. He grinned at the thought. "Not a very large pack," He muttered to himself. "I wonder if I could actuly join this one without having to rip my fur off." He chuckled at his own joke, padding after the scents.
Zaravive lay on a log in the brisk spring sunlight. She rolled on her back, swatting at the air playfuly. She smiled, remembering her puphood with. . .with Xaver. Her face quickly hardened as she sat upright, glaring at the world. "Why him?" She snarled, getting up and hitting the ground with her paw. "Why him? Why him, why'd he have to die?!" She snarled, slamming herself against a tree. "Why not me? Why didn't I stay? I could of Saved him!" She snarled louder, ramming herself into the tree out of fury.