Jatix

stabby pack's first Scout.

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Jatix, with a heavy sigh, trod through the entrance log into the camp, his amber eyes lighting up at the sight of young Arden awaiting him with a smile tugging at her lips. "You'll never guess what happened today, Jatix!" Arden chirped. Jatix smiled back and he licked away the snow stuck to his whiskers. "What?" he sat, licking his paws now to warm them up. Arden babbled on about some news from Kinney, but suddenly both of their sights were shifted to the entrance log as Kinney pushed her way through, with a strange new wolf following her. The wolf's gaze looked scared and unsure, two big sapphire pools of anxiety. Her undersides were streaked with yellow, contrasting nicely with the rest of her jet black pelt. Ticks of cream cascaded down her back, and her overall appearance gave the impression of some lanky domesticated dog. Kinney introduced her to the pack as Bear, and she was from the leader's friend's pack, gon gang. Yet, Bear had an aura of respect and leadership around her- she was probably Flint's, gon gang's leader, friend when he had founded his pack. Whatever it was, Jatix knew no matter how many feelings he was already getting for the new packmate, he would never be able to develop any true relations with her, for he was just a scout, and was always back out, scouting, as soon as he could come back. 

"Jatix, please go scout out more of the Prarie."

"Yes, Kinney."