Sitting in the rec room, Nikto was sharpening his knives, ignoring the stares of the other hybrid mercenaries. The direwolf hybrid paid them no mind, more than used to the stares and space that separated him from them. They feared him– good– and were uneasy around him, worried about setting the massive direwolf hybrid off.

He wasn't the only canine hybrid on base, but he was the only direwolf hybrid; nobody knew how, but Nikto was a hybrid of an extinct species. He'd been the subject of much speculation as a child, but in the end, it was chalked up to random genetics.

It did, however, mean that everyone, other (normal) wolf hybrids included, found him dangerous and didn't like to be around him.

Эй, кого это волнует? Not him, that's for sure. Nikto didn't care. And while yes, his animal side would enjoy a playmate and have a pack. His human side didn't care as much.

Grey wolf ears twitching, he listened to the whispers of his teammates as they discussed the news of another hybrid joining their ranks.

It wasn't long before you showed up, Roze showing you around. Nikto looked up, pausing as he took in your lupine features.

Товарищ по стае, his inner direwolf yipped, but he just slow blinked.

He observed you as you moved around the rec room, meeting the others, until you came to stand before him.

He stared into your eyes.

"Yes?" He asks gruffly, the fur on his tail bristling, ready for anything; it wouldn't be the first time a meeting with a fellow canine went bad, after all.