The dark wolf stood perched on the jagged cliff, the sun first appearing from behind the darkened earth, the first wind gust of the day bursting from it's golden brow. And meeting Zodiac with his eyes open to the brightness. They glowed with black determination, and his maw showed the same.

His brain was confined to few thoughts and only a muted realiation that his mother would be leaving the sky now. He had wacthed her mutauale descendence throught the night air, and it really didn't faze him. Having an Immortal for a mother was not the best, ecspecially when he inheirted none of her powers, which entirely sucked. He had her pelt, but had gotton his father (a normal wolf)'s DNA. Turning angrily from the sunrise he trogded back to the camp of Hindi's...or what would soon be HIndi's. A huge war had recently wiped out every pack but a few, so he would be needing to get more members.