Xihuitl was stretching his legs and doing a partol of the outskirts of the pack lands. Though he wasn't sure if it could even be called that at this time, the ranks were running thin with the turmoil that had washed over them all. But he knew that soon there would be more of them to protect their way of life. A sigh passed under the hood of his cloak that was stained with blood and the dirt of those who fought him for the gift of life.
Wafting at the air he could smell something comming towards him, but it seemed to be nothing he could use. Little did he know that this would be a great benifit to him.
