ragnoιre
{Male || Five Years Old || Fighter}
Life was so short, and already the male had wasted five years of it, and on what? He was a fighter, which wasn't too honorable of a job, and he had nothing to his name. By now he had had a plan to have a family and maybe a pack of his. That hadn't happened, and now it was too late. Noire's head turned when he smelled a female in the vicinity and found her stepping up to him and sitting down a short ways away, staring into his bright golden eyes. This wolf was a fellow fighter, and looked very familiar to him. Still, he couldn't pull up a name to put with the face, and that fact didn't surprise him. So rarely did he interact with other pack members. She probably had a good idea of who he was, as long as she could keep names in her head. Noire couldn't decide if he wanted her company or not. She wasn't speaking. Just staring at his golden eyes, which seemed more like a threat to the male. "What do you want?" he asked bluntly, pulling his tail closer to his body












