Crimson Quartz

You stumble your way through the rest of this territory, just passing through as the adventurer you are. You sniff, and you get something.. unnerving, kinda of like an iron-ish smell, it gets stronger the more you advance, you hesitate for a bit along the way.

A quick, light blur rushes down and out of your range of view you look around. A strange wolf, with fur as cold as the icy land around you, but as warm and pink as the flesh beneath it, stare into your eyes, "Now what are you doing— here? I don't like it much when strangers just roam about in this woods" he mutters through a gritting maw, itching to attack.

SpoilerThis will likely be in bits and pieces, worked on when I get spurts of inspiration

Crimson Quartz,



{Initiation}
Crimson was practically shaking from all this new-found adrenaline, the young wolf had a temper, but never had gotten this upset before. He was pissed. His muzzle wrinkled, along with Nocturn's. "I've had just enough with you kid, you're go-" "who the hell are you calling kid? I'm big enough to run a whole damn pack! I don't think some puny little pup can truly protect a pack! Especially like how I can." "It's not just that, you're inexperienced, naive and angry you shouldn't-" Crimsion took a bat at him. Luckily, Nocturns quick reflexes did the job of helping him defend himself, giving Crimsion twin scars, right on his cheek and tear duct, barely missing his right eye, which taught him a lesson,

"We do what we like and we like what we do"