Simplicity. It was a simple word. The irony. Simplicity - The quality or condition of being plain or natural. In Sinew’s case, nothing was simple, and nothing was made of simplicity. The ebony brute was forged in the shadow of his father, always watching, never approaching unless approached. There was a certain air about Sinew’s bloodline… that of stealth and mystery. Most of the pack longed for solitude, and the family soon departed, leaving Sinew with his cruel mother. Malice was her name, and she leapt at the chance to leave Sinew in a dark bush or hole while she did something he was not to know about. Sinew had grown to enjoy being shoved into these lightless crevices, and his amber orbs adjusted quicker and quicker each time. Some days, he would bury himself deeper than his mother intended him to go, and it would take her hours to find him and dig him out again. This is how Sinew became who he is today, and describes perfectly the position he was in.
The cave was dark and wet, and the only noise made was the soft splish-splash of water as it dripped endlessly from the stalactites above. Sinew sat in silent vigil, watching the wolves pass and converse, drinking in the information they passed. The Cavern of Secrets was supposed to be a place where exchanges of information could be made secretly. No one could keep a secret from Sinew. His charisma was one thing, but he knew many tactics of stealth and the art of stalking, and was able to follow his secret-keepers everywhere, waiting until the secret was revealed to another, and he would also receive the information. The irony of the situation was that Sinew did not reveal these secrets to anyone else. He kept the secrets like the wolf who was supposed to be the only one to hear it, and rarely would someone hear a word out of Sinew’s mouth. He was a listener, not a speaker.
So there he sat, waiting and watching, listening to the many secrets being exchanged. He saw many wolves, but one seemed to catch his eye.
A wolf, probably entering adulthood, was plodding down a cavern's corridor, seemingly for no reason. He slunk down into a laying position, and waited, and watched, like he always had. This wolf would definitely smell him. There was no doubt in that. It was only a matter of when.



OOC: habfdajhlkgadlkjgs I'm lazy with changing that :P I lost like 50 words XD



// Loner \\// No Love \\// OOC: Keyna\\