No one really likes Skah, because he is so hostile. He is tolerated. He began training as a Healer, at the King's insistence once Kyrias became ill with no one to help her.
"Your name is Berrycoat?" The rough, slightly muffled, and unfamiliar voice from downwind startled you out of your pelt. You turned to meet the black nose of male with a bright white coat. He was standing closer to you than was polite, and strong smelling leaves stuck out from between his teeth. Your lips were beginning to peel back in a snarl when you realized those leaves were just the herbs you needed for poor Talamir and Lucian. You forced your hackles down, and tried to maintain a calm voice. Maybe the strange wolf would give up the herbs and leave. "Yeah. And who are you? This isn't your territory." The bold white wolf kept his eyes on yours while he lowered his head and spat the herbs onto the ground near your paws. They were covered in wolf slobber but intact. "Queen Kyrias heard the howl of Alpha Xaviera. Me? I'm your savior."
You watched him as he walked back towards his territory. What an asshole.
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