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Rusty - or, formally and informally known as RJ - was used to being in his wolf form; spending almost eight months out of the year in his shifted form.  As the Pack Master to the Crimsons - Rusty had a lot of duties, responsibilities, things of that nature... He hardly ever did them, knowing that his pack - now, rather than a year ago - was more well off and knew what needed to be done in order to get a days work completed.

Which meant he had more time to do what he enjoyed doing.  Lazing about by the stream and soaking up the sun in the meadow by it - the stream was great; it was crystal clear and you could see straight to the bottom.  The meadow was wide open, surrounded by thick and tall pine trees, the stream divided the two meadow sections, a clear indicator of where his territory began and where the 'wild' animals lived.
RJ never had to worry about another animal stepping on his territory and trying to harm him in anyway.  RJ was a full blooded red wolf with rust-colored fur, although he had a slight bit of grey around the muzzle and ears - albeit not from age, it was just a genetic mystery as to how he got grey hair - Fact was, he was quite young to be a Pack Master at only 25, but that was the "reward" he got for destroying the Tyrant Parker.

RJ was almost dire wolf in the fact that he was extremely tall, very broad, and looked like he could snap your neck with just one tooth.  But, in reality, he was more pup-like than anything, having to grow up quickly after the fires destroyed his home, and his family. Although he hadn't become Pack Master then, because he was simply too young, he knew he would one day have to take the reigns back from Parker; it was inevitable, especially when the man started turning greedy and violent.

RJ now laid by the stream, one paw dipped into the cool water as he laid there, eyes closed and ears perked up - despite looking asleep, he was wide awake and always on alert; he had no choice.  It was a survival thing, as well as a pack leader thing; he just had to stay alert, even when he didn't want to. Even when he just wanted to indulge in his inner lone wolf persona, indulge in the puppy inside of his body that just wanted to play and roll in the grass... He still had his responsibilities, but he knew no one would bother him unless absolutely necessary.