Relaxin' out in the forest

Spirit walked along through the dark tree's aware of everything around him. He walked up to the streamand he layed down and relaxed, his black and white fur shining.

Dagik shuffled his paws. He hopped down from the branch, gliding, and softly landing. He spotted a rabbit and quickly dashed after it, licking his lips impatiently. When the rabbit was close, he dove after it. Dagik landed on the soft dirt, his claws deep into the soil. He mumbled to himself and trudged away. He was walking as silent as a phantom, when he heard trickling water. Dagik smirked and slunk down, quietly crawling toward the rich, pure stream. The mud underneath his pads grew more and more soggy, he was nearing. He peaked around a thick tree in his path and saw the stream. He also saw Spirit resting beside it. He groaned quietly and flipped around the corner.
"Greetings..." he mumbled.

He looked up, his swirling amber eyes stared at him. They seemed to trap him, unable to look away. His eyes were so cold, but they were also cruel, like they help the fire within. His hackles raised as he saw a wolf in the shadows but then they recoiled again back on his neck. "Hello." His very woice sent a vicious shiver down your spine, it was so bone-chilling. As his eyes seemed to hold you in a pause in time he looked back into the pond. He was repeating words, hardly audiable. "I was barely even accepted into this pack...I will fight and help this pack no matter what..." Spirit stared into the frozen over lake and swished his tail on the ground. How odd his pelt was. It was jet black, with odd white stripes lacing all over him. Odd. Was he worthy of this pack? So cold. Blood-thirsty. Cruel. Of course! What other pack could he be in. One thing was his weakness. His ambitions. So ambitious this wolf was....