White Fang
|Brute|Mood~ Apathetic|Relationship~ "Sorting it out at the moment."|
White Fang opened his eyes but kept his head down between his paws. He didn't move a muscle just stood laying in camp a few feet away from his den. He blinked and his piercing gaze softened as he stared at the snow as it gently fell onto the ground and blended in with the other mounds of snow on the ground. He remained unaware of the faes mentioning his name, he was just dazed yet felt calm.











