Mahlouk was alone as he jogged through Aniwaya terratory. Usually he had Boo his brown teddy bear companion with him, but when he went out on the hunt he didn't like to bring Boo. When it came down to him changing the male wolf didn't like anyone seeing what his shifted form looked like. Moving towards the nearest water he walked in as a wolf lapping the water and letting the dirt get out of his coat. He remembered in his old pack the shaman using a wash to make his coat stay white, but now that he had left the constant dirt made him look grey.
Pupiless azure eyes looked into the liquid. His reflection was haunting, the scars and beads made him cringe as he remembered the pain of the knifes and the flames as they saterized the wounds. Grumbling he looked around his face blank like always. Taking a deep breath Mahlouk shifted. He was tall and just as intimidating in this form as his other one. His mane was long and white streaked with the same blood stains as his coat.
After only a few moments the smell of a strange wolf came to his nose. Shifting back quickly the large wolf started for where he had smelt the other. His large ears were laid back on his skull as he trotted on long legs closer. Finally he found the white male. Watching from a far his emotionless face never stopped looking at the male. The moment the other noticed him Mahlouk knew he would put his eyes to the ground. The habit of not meeting peoples eyes would never be broken. The scarred male took a deep breath and walked even closer the rain starting to come down harder.