Tharin used to be a grey wolf. He had a beautiful grey coat with black highlights in his fur that flecked him in a rather fetching way, and a cinnamon cap. Tharin wasn't very proud, but he had liked his appearance, thinking that it looked rather strong. The grey wolf didn't exist anymore unfortunately. The rain had done it's job, and Tharin was now a very much brown wolf. Almost his entire body had ended up covered in mud, dying his coat as he slipped through the trails. He hadn't meant to get covered in mud, but he'd gotten carried away playing a game with Saki, and slipped in it.
Not wanting to get caught and told to wash Tharin had stuck Saki back at the dens so someone else would get her clean other than him and slipped off into the woods. He moved through the washed out paths as his eyes flicked over everything, restless and starting to itch as the mud dried. Spotting a pack member up ahead Tharin perked up, letting out a deep chuff as he trotted over. It looked like Jiva was playing with a pup, but as he got closer he realized it was a fox kit. Tharin's movement stopped as he stared at the fox, trying to figure out what it was doing there.