Maverick's senses were dulled as he lay basking in the glorious sunlight. His pelt set ablaze, he still felt hollow; lonely. He'd come to settle in this area, and quite liked it. Today however he had come across the territorial markings of a small, yet prideful pack. They were of his kind, but not inside, he was sure of that. It was a given fact that no one was like him.
Thus, he had no need to instigate with his discovery. Being alone was something he'd grown used to. His thoughts were always a constant companion, but at times a daylight nightmare. He was alright though, still here. And as a reminder of that his stomach released a growl. It was time to hunt.







