One small sip of the water from the creek was all he wanted. But then he had just had to trip over a hiding tree root. The result of this was him ending up flat on his side, eyes closed in frustration. He hadn’t been hurt, but the humiliation of someone seeing him falling to the ground was horrifying. Then there was the fact that he was still on his side, laying in the dirt and who-knows that else, seething in anger for his own mistake. If a wolf had seen him, he would make sure they never lived to see another sunrise, sundown or anything else but one last look at him before they died. Anouke hated showing weakness or anything that could shame him.

The Young Hellion quickly clambered to his large, white paws and gave a rough shake of his dark coat. Bright amber eyes gave a quick scan over his pelt to make sure there was nothing caught in his fur, which was very pilose. He always strived for perfection, physically as well as mentally. Once Anouke was sure that his coat was clean and good-looking, he ambled over to the edge of the creek and lowered his dark head to take a long drink of his well-earned water.

Once he had drunk his fill, Anouke stretched his neck and legs before trotting into the trees that surrounded the banks if the creek. If it was one thing that he loved –apart from his sister- it was exploring and wandering the lands that he called home. He was a loner by heart, and never liked to stay in one place too long, unless it couldn’t be helped. The only time he did was when he and his sister joined a pack; disrupting pack life and turning members against one another. Just because they could, and for revenge.

Just then, strange words could be heard (possibly in a foreign language) and Anouke pricked his ears. The words seemed to be coming from upstream. Padding forwards at a trot, he followed the creek, but as a scent filtered through his jet black, sensitive nose, the Young Hellion paused briefly. He could easily scent pack borders, maybe the words were from a wolf that lived in the pack? A smirk formed on his handsome features. This would be amusing.

When Anouke came upon a completely black fae with light brown –almost amber- eyes, he stopped, just on the edge of the trees. It seemed she was searching for something. Prey? Well, he wasn’t interested in that. So striding forward, the Young Hellion stopped once again when he was a few feet away from the black fae. He couldn’t meet her eyes as she wasn’t looking directly in his direction, but maybe she’d already known he was there, and was just waiting for him to act first.

Cocking his head to the left, another smirk found itself on his handsome face as he stared at the black fae. She didn’t smell like the pack’s borders, but of another. How strange. The tip of his brown tail twitched to the side as he lifted up his right leg –which was all white- and flexed it calmly. Whenever he met a new wolf, he always did that, but why, he didn’t know. “I heard you speaking before. A foreign language, no?” His voice was deep and soft, yet also full of volume, like a bass guitar. This female intrigued him in many ways, although all were for his own interest, and for the pack that she belonged to.

Oh, he would have much fun with her.