The sheeny-black hybrid made his way, under the cover of night's darkness, through backyards. He looked wolfish but was a bit on the small side and had an unusually thick, dense ruff. Apart from Skeil, he was the smallest of the Shadow Lurkers, but certainly the most prone to fighting and had a hot temper. Now he went from yard to yard, looking for anything of interest.

The great White Wolf silently krept around, keeping her orange eyes fixed on the wolf. She didn't hate or kill humans... She mostly protected them. And she could definitly sense that this wolf was on the verge to kill. She didn't like to be seen around humans, she liked to keep herself a secret which was only known to wolves. Her eyes glared at him, narrowing slightly as he traveled through the yards. Her pelt was as white as snow, and was easy to see in the nights' darkness. With not even a snarl, she leapt in front of him. She stared, her orange optics boring into his frame. Her tail was stiff, and she knew this all could lead to a fight, which she never liked to do, but she was ready to at least turn him around.

Ankh's fur bristled high when the white wolfess jumped infront of him. His ruff expanded so much that it almost ridiculous framing his smaller head. He was indeed smaller than Anui. His fangs bared strikingly against his ebony pelt as his yellow orbs flashed upon the wolf, "You're in my way." he stated hissingly, realizing by her posture that she didn't mean to have a friendly chat or anything. "Unless you are some dirty pet, I have no concerns with you."

"Don't underestimate the power of the experienced. I ask politely, will you please turn around?"
He voice sounded heavenly as usual. If any harm came to her, her last surviving son, Balto, would most likely be wandering around. However, at Ankhs' reactions, she did nothing. Her fur was a ghostly white now, and her eyes narrowed more. Her brave son would probably be here in time if there happened to be a fight. She wasn't the fighting type, but she was very intelligent and wise. Her bushy wolf tail only slapped the air once as her orange eyes bored into his figure.

"No, I will go on my way." he snapped back angrily as his short temper showed through, "Don't mess with me, or you'll regret it." he lowered his body defensively and turned his head ever so slightly to reveal a long, grey scar running down his neck. It had nearly cost him his life from blood loss and infection, but the lady in the woods saved his life. That was the only human he grudginly trusted. "You've never heard of the Shadow Lurkers, have you?" Ankh questioned suddenly, a small grin splaying his sharp muzzle.

From behind a medium sized dirty garbage can the sly fool watched.Not yet amazed by the acurring arguemental dissagreeing ones.Fang remembered Balto,the wise white wolves son,and how she helped him find his daughter Alu a fine day.She wished to meet him dearly and hoped his mother could direct her where to go to find him.Her tail flickered gently out from the shadowy disgust of the trash can.

Aniu's orange eyes turned sharp as she now glared at him. She kept her position. Her son would be here if this wolf were to attack.
"So be it. Just know that one day you will be killed. Killed by the humans, and there will be nothing left for you to do."
Her words were pretty wise, she knew humans very well. She had lived long enough to know their every trick. And if a young one wouldn't take her advice, she would let them deal with the consequences on their own.
She shook her head and turned away, not at all amused by this wolf.
"I stay in no pack. That is how I became strong and wise."
She took one last look at him before running off to the Woodland Farm.