Loner
Zakari trotted quickly along the no mans land. He glanced, left to right, his eyes sharp as a hawk as he watched for any other wolves. He took a brisk leap, and was soon in Feiro territory, he stayed low and moved fast, scenting the air as he went, ears pricked, eyes watchful. He searched for prey, any sign of it, any scent. He found nothing as he went along. He froze as he heard the distant morning call of a wolf. His disregarded it and kept moving. Quicker, quicker, and quicker until he was running, but he remained crouched down. He stuck out like a sore thumb, his blue, glowing eyes, and the strange black markings of his snow white pelt. He streaked through the forest, kicking up clouds of dirt behind him as he ran. He paused for a moment, catching the scent of fox. To his disappointment it was stale, and almost hidden in the undergrowth. He huffed and kept moving, knowing that every step he took, risked the possibility of the pack catching him. They could scent him, but he would make sure to weave a good way through no mans land before stopping to hide. He listened to the birds, chirping in the tree's. He growled at them, envying the fact that they could fly.