Bron- the truth be told

The red eyes wolf paced in the shadows, his canines glinting in the pale light. He scanned the forest for any sign of life, waiting for his contact to appear. "Why does it take forever to meet others these days," he growled to himself. His voice was deep, handsom one might say. That was what Loki had said when she first met him. He shook his head. In order to be loyal to the dark side he must put his past behind him. Thoughts crept into his mind though as he waited. What does my daughter look like? Is she pretty? Strong? Dark like me?" he prefered to think of himself as dark, not evil. He shook himself and sat down, staring into the shadows.