HEY THERE | o, joiner/murder (tw: slight gore)

[Kayn]

I lost my dreams in this disaster

Kayn — Male — Snowbound — Warrior —  Difficult

The black lupine had been out on a personal walk of sorts, exploring the new territory his family had decided to call home. It wasn't that he was bored of the camp or the people really. Not yet at least, but the wolf needed time to himself. Kayn spent his whole life putting up a facade to others when it came to social interaction. It was all fake. He said what he knew others wanted to hear. Sometimes that was too much effort and he'd rather be out alone, like the jaunt he found himself taking.

Caught up in his thoughts he hadn't even caught the scent of blood until after he heard Killua's voice in the distance, faintly yet enough for his ears to perk up. The wolf couldn't make out any of the words, but now that he was focused he could tell something had certainly happened. If his time in the clans had taught him anything it was that this was one of those situations he was expected to respond to. Responsibility was one of the things he'd always hated about authority, whether it was him being the one in power or not.

Kayn realized what the scene he was looking at was from a distance, eyes narrowing to verify the situation laying before him. A moment later his eyes widened in surprise. Wow, it was worse than he thought. Had Killua done this? If not then what exactly had happened? It was hard to really understand what he was looking at from afar, but it was clear that the event that occurred had been rather brutal. There was blood everywhere and from what he could tell an injured male perhaps of an apprentice age? The wolf once again narrowed his eyes and sprinted forward, determined to get to the bottom of what had happened. If their was something going on within the borders of his new home he damn well wanted to know.

The midnight lupine slowed his pace down as he approached, dual-colored gaze scanning the nearby area. Whatever had happened he was glad that he wasn't one of the deceased. They were pretty bad mutilated. Though, Kayn did notice, that their scents didn't carry the familiar smell of Snowbound he'd become accustomed to. Then again they were absolutely coated in their own blood and the smell of the metallic tasting crimson fluid was overpowering for his sensitive nostrils. The obsidian furred wolf turned to look at Killua with a skeptical expression before his eyes fell upon the injured youth the feline was attending to. "Didn't take you for the altruistic type, Killua." the wolf casually mentioned as the cat attempted to aid the pup, walking over to the pair and sitting back on his haunches.

"Judging by the scene though it wasn't you who did this either. I trust you wouldn't be helping this kid out if he was a murder, at least without reason. Care to elaborate on what happened, if you know?" Kayn questioned, although his voice lacked the seriousness one might expect from such a gory scene. The wolf had become desensitized to things as long as it didn't involve anyone he cared about, otherwise there would be the emotional factor to contend with. In fact truthfully Kayn didn't care if either of them were responsible for the killing of innocents as long as they weren't Snowbounders. The wolf was well aware that such a morally grey approach to things wouldn't be appreciated by the rest of the group though. It was clear though by the look in his eyes that Killua wasn't the same soft drift of snow as the rest of the people living in the clan.

#psychosocial.