(I am Cuan in this roleplay, my name means: little wolf or little hound according to some random website which I collected my name from. My character's background, storyline, etc. will be told throughout the following posts and some of the flashbacks he has of his 'clan' or to be more specific, his pack.)
Cuan raised his moist snout to the chilled air, releasing an inaudible howl before he continued with his hushed hike in the snow. His small body trembled as a gust murmured through the dense forest. He clearly wasn’t constructed for this and he never had been, so his pack had led him to accept as true. The reason the clan chief sent someone like him out in harsh conditions was beyond him. Was it some sort of assessment? Nevertheless, he carried on, his eyes darting into every bush, every clump of snow, every trunk, every tree.
Cuan detested the way his clan treated him (the Chinua clan), they would patronise him because of his youth and his size. He despised it. His thoughts instantly drifted away as he heard a soft splash. Cuan’s head spun to where the noise derived from. He broke away a few twigs with his snout and poked his head through an open space in a small bush where he saw another Wolf. Was it from his clan? He moved closer silently, getting a better look at the animal. She was definitely not a part of his clan. There were no females in the Chinua clan.
He took another inquisitive step closer as a twig snapped abruptly under his paw. Cuan froze, his heart skipping a beat as the sound echoed through the woodland. Should he run? He gulped; maybe his tiny body could come into play here. He growled as he stepped back and started to run away with small bounds in the deep snow.