<span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Akaro</span><br/><br/>He looked at Prince, then turned his head back to the alpha female of the pack. Akaro stepped a bit closer, only by one inch and only his left front paw had moved. â€œI donâ€™t see your worry. Iâ€™m not a puppy killer, and I donâ€™t intend to fight any of you or hurting any of your puppies, in fact, I hate violence towards my own kind. I find killing a bit over-rated, well, not around bears, I hate them for killing my mother, father, friends and the other pack members in my parents pack.â€, he said softly, but somehow still in a stiff male voice, he had the felling of whimpering some from the painful memory of the pack he was in.<br/><br/>He then looked at another raven, that raven had flew in a tree and was cawing. He gave it a small smile then looked back towards the pack of wolves, then he looked at Prince, he gave the pack and Prince a respectful look, hoping that they wouldnâ€™t break out into a fight, for now at least. The wind had blown again, making his long white fur flutter a bit. The raven was still in the tree cawing, it made Akaro think a bit, after the bears had killed most of his parents pack, the ravens were there at their territory a lot, eating the dead wolves corpses.<br/><br/>With that on his mind, he sighed, then looked at the raven, but made to look of hate and he didnâ€™t snarl at it, he only gave it a small look of sadness. He then turned his focus back to the pack that stood before him. He backed away a bit, seeing the other pack members might attack if he stood there, then the alpha female had backed away and the growls had gently lowered, and they might stop if he wasnâ€˜t as close as he was. He now stood next to Prince.