”Itachi,” the boy replied, finding no reason why he should add more than that. He knew nothing of this male, and now when the older canine had stepped closer; he found no trace of Anathema’s characteristic scent. This was a wolf from one of the nearby packs. What a strange way to greet another on another pack’s grounds. Sunset eyes narrowed into suspicious slits of scarlet and traces of flawed indigo. Was it common for outsiders to wander into another pack’s lands to create conversation? He did not like the look of the lavender eyed wolf’s smile. It felt dishonest and wrong, and Itachi always listened to the silent warnings whenever they appeared in his head, blinking red.
”What do you want?” the boy asked, quietly fighting the urge to turn and let his eyes search for another Anathema wolf. He knew that he was alone, and he could deal with it. He was not a child anymore, and the other had no reason to cause trouble for him. Itachi was a wild card, but it was only Inferni he had to fear. But they would not come here to Anathema. Had they really wished to kill the traitorous boy, they would have come for him months ago.
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