Evan
Evan's paws seemed to have a mind of their own as he treaded sotfly through the woodland, the only sound to be heard was the crunch of the frost underpaw. Evan paused and briefly flicked his ears, his blue orbs flickering from side to side as he observed his surroundings. He looked to his left, then his right, then his left again as he tried to determine where excactly they were in Kaibutsu territory. By now, the Alpha could hear water gently slapping at the soil in the distance and he relaxed slightly. Okay, if I can hear water, then that means that we must be close by the river. he mentally decided. And if we're close by the river... Evan snapped his head to the right, gazing at a small cluster of frost-littered pine trees. Then Kaibutsu camp must be that way. Evan was about to start up again when he heard a voice sound behind him and looked over his shoulder casually. Bayu was headed in the opposite direction, the omega's nose lifted and sniffing the air as he searched for prey. Evan gave him a farewell bark and headed towards the pine trees, leaving a trail of pawprints in the frosty soil as he went.
As Evan pushed past the pine trees, the scent of wolves was gradually growing stronger. Narrowing his ice blue orbs, the Alpha slowly lead the small Pack of wolves towards the scent, his eyes fixed on the trail ahead. Because this area was covered by branches overhead it was not as frosty underpaw, all of the crystals captured within the pine tree branches. Evan looked up briefly and mentally noted that the sun was thickly surrounded in clouds, it's harsh rays unable to push their way through the covers and hurt the Alpha's eyes. Nevertheless, Evan slowly brought his head back down and glanced over his shoulder to count the wolves behind him. Jet, Xasperilla and Julius... All were accounted for. Smiling slightly, Evan twisted his head back around and took a pawstep forward, making sure he was going in the right direction. When the Alpha looked down, he could see dozens of pawprints imprinted within the earth, some old and some new. So this must be the right direction. he decided, shaking out his black fur and following the trail of wolf prints.
Within heartbeats the camp entrance was in sight; a hole entangled in thorns and brambles. Narrowing his orbs slightly, Evan trotted gracefully forward and curled his lips back to reveal his long, sharp fangs. He latched himself onto the thorns and tugged, giving the rest of the wolves enough room to squeeze in without being injured by the pesky plants.