[Sam260]

Rusty shook his head about the rogue packs "They like to try and get other's to see their views, not thinkin' about anything but themselves... There is no independence there."

At the mention that Thatcher would prefer to call him Rusty, he made a face and shook his head "I really prefer being called RJ... But if you insist upon calling me Rusty, I guess I'll have to deal with it." RJ said as he laid back down, moving his paw back and forth over the blades of grass.

Tucking his nose underneath large paws, RJ sighed heavily and looked up at Thatcher, blinking a couple of times.  Of course the young Omega had heard his name - it was widely popular in Florida, and even surrounding states.  He was known as the youngest Alpha Pack Leader in the south, and he hated that people knew him.  It was like being a celebrity, except without all of the money.

"I uh..." he shrugged wolfish shoulders and frowned slightly - not that you could see it under his paws - "I've got a lot of roles in the pack... I hunt, I protect, I fight..." He just didn't know how to avoid saying 'I lead' - it was inevitably going to come out between them, and he didn't know how much longer he could keep lying by omission to the younger Omega; he actually quite liked Thatcher "I'm..." he paused and huffed loudly "the pack leader..." he whispered, hoping maybe Thatcher would miss the words completely.