(http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z135/kris42_album/Yahoo%20Photo%20Album/dce0re2.jpg)<br/><br/>name: ASKUWHETEAU<br/>age: 18<br/>race: human-skinwalker (wolf)<br/><br/>There was something on the breeze, a scent that was familiar, yet alien on his land. Pricking his nose up, the wolf gained details of this intruder, trying to determine who it was and where it came from. His lips curled into a low growl, not liking the thought of what would come of this intrusion. The sun peaked up from the eastern horizon, and the wolf turned to look at it. Its ears flattened, pawing at the ground, uncertain. With a dismissive grunt in the direction of the newcomer, the wolf took off at a run. He had somewhere to be.<br/><br/>Abriana had been raised alongside Askuwheteau as if a sister, though both had known that wasn't the case. He knew of her past; how she'd been found in a bundling in the prairie one morning, and brought onto the reservation. She was his best friend, the one person he trusted before all others; yet he felt guilty for not telling her his one secret. Well, two actually. The other was that, over the past few years as Abrianna matured, his fondness and caring for her had become something more. He disliked when the other young men talked about her and tried to ask her out, yet he was afraid himself of telling her what he felt. Pushing those thoughts aside, Askuwheteau stepped out of the underbrush, sneaking up on her in the twilight of morning.<br/><br/>"Hi, Abrianna. Good morning," he said.