The day was warmer than it had been in a long, long while. It was nearly 45 degrees! The sun had risen to a certain point in the sky, just high enough for it to peek over the lush green trees and shine brightly in the keen yellow eyes of Kanaii Kokki. The Eastern Timber Wolf/Arctic Wolf stretched himself out on his side along the ground, his massive paws stretching far in front and behind him, black claws flexing comfortably at the front of them. The giant white wolf let out a yawn, revealing experienced ivory fangs. Kanaii was quite an interesting sight. He was absolutely massive, first off. A thick white-cream pelt hang from his huge frame. Intelligent yellow eyes and big, alert white triangles at the top of his head made any wolf absolutely sure that they didn't want to mess with him. Was it true? Probably.


The young Kokki had been through a rough life, just like the other Kokki pups. He was born massive, just like he was today. Just like the other Kokki yearlings, he grew up very, very close with his family. Mostly, he remembered curling up close to his cousins and mother. He remembered watching his father stare at him after the pup did something grand, something that Kanaii himself was proud of, and simply nodding his black head. Little did Kanaii know, his father, Aadte, was actually very proud of him. But, because he didn't know, this was probably what cause Kanaii to try so very hard at everything he did; to please his father. Now, he was very successful.


When the guardians left, the three pups had been devastated. Kanaii had been more mad than sad at first. How could he leave me? After everything I do? he had thought at first. But, he eventually began to miss his father and the silence of him began. After Makita, his small tawny cousin, was swept away in a tornado, Kanaii remembered gripping Kauda tight and sobbing in her dark shoulder as she cried in his light one. And then, of course, he remembered leaving with Kauda and her friend, Akita Dashameer, on their quest to find Makita after the storm. That was when he was truly silenced - when he nearly died. As the three were sipping from a river, Kanaii slipped and fell in. The only way he kept his self from drowning, his will to survive, was that he kept his muzzle barely above the surface. When the waves calmed, he pulled himself out and shook himself off. He was traumatized and was never the same.


Now, as he laid in the sun, he hadn't spoken words in a very, very long time. Every time he saw someone, he would just watch and wait, occasionally escorting them to a stream or prey, something to help them, from the goodness of his heart and then simply left or waited for them to leave. As he had became silent, his ears became very keen and he grew aware of all the sounds around him. It also came with peace as the birds chirped happily in the air. But, it was odd not to hardly ever hear his own voice.


Yawning lazily, Kanaii let his ears swivel around, pushing himself up from the ground quickly. Someone was there. Maybe they weren't near, but they were there. Narrowing his yellow-golden eyes, he curled his lip up a bit, making sure that if it happened to be a threat, they would know that he was not the one they wanted to mess with.