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Shadow | Beta | Dusk Pack | Rebel | Tagging: Open | Location: Camp
Shadow had long since had issues with the wolf who had stepped up to lead their Pack. Which really was a shame, since he was also her former mate. Not for some time now, but still, it complicated matters considerably. Especially since she knew he’d earned the respect of many of their Packmates, and while once she’d been in awe of him too, now when she looked at him, she was filled with only disappointment and resentment, and found herself asking herself what she had ever seen in him.
Shadow didn’t claim to be a violent or disobedient wolf under most circumstances. She’d even accepted the position of Beta some year and a half ago in hopes that she might be able to change things peacefully from the inside, but that had never happened, no matter how hard she had tried, and so now she had to take a whole different approach. An approach she had initially sworn off as a last resort. She would divide the Pack.
There are many good wolves here. I hope those of you who have your hearts in the right place can forgive me. I can’t stand by and watch, nor can I condone the way he runs things anymore though. Shadow had lost much. A lot of wolves had. Max had grown harsher as the months passed, and she had to do something about it. She’d been collecting her allies, the wolves that agreed with her, or at least disagreed with Max. Soon they would have to make a move, before they lost the will to move forward.
Max | Alpha | Dusk Pack | Tagging: Open | Location: Camp
Max headed out of his den, gaze shifting towards Shadow. Things were complicated with that one, and although she was his Beta, sometimes he could not even look her in the eye after everything that had happened. No matter though. In the end, she was his Beta, and his teammate, she’d done her best to give good council, and he trusted her word. She had wisdom.
Max headed to the prey pile. It was starting to run short again. Almost dangerously short. They needed a good haul to feed a Pack of this size, and soon. He lifted his head, scanning for any of the Hunters who may be available.
Karter | Warrior | Dusk Pack | Rebel | Tagging: Storm | Location: Camp
Karter had risen early, as always, and with wolves starting to wake for the day, made his way over to Storm. Slowly, not entirely sure what he was going to say. He’d seen Max eyeing the prey pile. While Karter himself was no Hunter, he also knew everyone would have a bad day if it turned out Max decided to be angry about the pile running so low.
"Hey, prey pile's low. Alpha's already noticed," he acknowledged. "He’s gonna end up sendin' the Hunters out. If at some point you guys want a Warrior escort for a hunt, I haven’t been assigned to anythin' for the day yet," he offered. Just some food for thought. He would be eager to be on the move, anything that wasn’t just sitting around in camp.
Leo | Pup | Dusk Pack | Rebel | Tagging: Lucas | Location: Camp
Leo, although not much younger than his friend, sometimes felt ages apart from Lucas ever since Lucas had been moved to the Trainee den. However, he’d still seize any chance he got to spend some time together, try to recover the days where they just had fun when he could. Especially since he’d heard Shadow talking lately, reaching the ears of some of the Pack, sowing the first seeds of doubt and chaos and confusion, even in himself. He wanted things to be normal again. Well. As normal as they could be, anyway. So he bounded over to Lucas when he noticed his familiar figure.
"Hey, Lucas! Are you busy yet?" He asked, skidding to a halt in front of Lucas and staring at him with wide blue eyes, hopeful. Please say no, please say no! If he said yes, Leo would surely be disappointed, but if he said no, Leo also had no idea what to suggest really, but it didn’t really matter, did it? He wanted some sense of normalcy back.
Arian | Lead Warrior | Dusk Pack | Tagging: Open | Location: Camp
Arian cleaned out her mottled pelt quickly, precise, swift strokes of her tongue, just enough that she appeared presentable, then she went out into the main area of camp in search of available Warriors to put together a patrol for the morning, it was about time they got moving, as far as she was concerned. The sun was already up, they’d missed the start of dawn, when she usually rose and got things organized and sorted out.