11-04-2015, 05:57 PM
A few excited yips and yaps echoed across the canyon as a small group of wolf-shifters barreled through the snow, seeming to be in nearly complete bliss. This particular pack of wolves, the Mountain pack, had lived in this area for generations. There were few other packs, wolves, or people around, which is why it was strange when the leader picked up an unknown scent.
The leader, Bramble, raised his tail to signal to his pack to stop. He wasn't easily identified as the leader; he was somewhat smaller than the others, with a milky brown coat, white paws, and white muzzle, and deep blue eyes. He also gave off the scent of an omega, which was odd. Omegas were rarely leaders, both in the wild and out of it, due to age-old prejudices and gender roles. However, by the way the other wolves reacted to him, it was obvious that he was the one in charge.
Bramble followed the unknown scent, leading him to a lone wolf in the snow. Growling slightly, he spoke.
"...who are you?"
The leader, Bramble, raised his tail to signal to his pack to stop. He wasn't easily identified as the leader; he was somewhat smaller than the others, with a milky brown coat, white paws, and white muzzle, and deep blue eyes. He also gave off the scent of an omega, which was odd. Omegas were rarely leaders, both in the wild and out of it, due to age-old prejudices and gender roles. However, by the way the other wolves reacted to him, it was obvious that he was the one in charge.
Bramble followed the unknown scent, leading him to a lone wolf in the snow. Growling slightly, he spoke.
"...who are you?"