Rythm padded silently out of the camp. He was looking for Kyla. Limping, he was met with the light of the moon, making his hair glossier than ever. He looked across the border sadly. Couldn't we all just get along? Of course not. That's the order of nature.
He stopped, pricking his ears. He sensed movement. Then he spotted it. Rythm padded up to the border, looking at the wolf. She was apparently looking at the ground. Her fur scented of herbs. A healer. "Hello..?" He asked, his glossy hair covering his brightly lit eyes.