Krona
"And stay dead!" Krona growled lowly, letting go of the dead walker. "God damn I hate these things." The Grey wolf started to walk off, deeper into the forest. "I'll kill every last one with pride and joy just to avenge my sister. And if I get a family again, then I'll protect them too." Krona stopped to sniff the air. The stench of the city nearby which was packed with walkers filled the air. And a hint of something else. Another canine. Krona turned his back on the city that he was near and started to run in the opposite direction of where he smelled the canine. If there was another canine out here, maybe he or she could possibly point him into the direction of food, or anything besides walkers. "Please don't move for a few more hours canine..." He would whisper, although he doubted that he or she would do that. Its suicidal to stay put anywhere now, unless it was completely out of sight of walkers.