When Manitoban was born, there was celebration. He had an alpha jewel, the symbol of a king. Everyone loved the small sima, even though he was tiny and scrawny, he was a hier. But then, another alpha was born. This alpha was everything Manitoban was not, strong, fierce, impulsive, maybe even a little bit cruel. But to the other simas of the tribe, he was clearly superior. Manitoban didn’t care, he didn’t even really realize that he had ever been something special. He grew, more polite and caring then the other alpha, hanging out with a small group of friends, going on adventures, hunting for the tribe, telling stories. But eventually, though Mano posed no threat to his authority, the other alpha wanted him gone. So he conspired against Mano, forming a plan. Manito was taking a walk with Rye, coming back with food for the tribe when they saw him. The other Alpha lay in the dirt, possibly morally wounded. Manito ran towards him, trying his best to help the sima, but this was all part of the plan. The other alpha leapt up, scratching his claws across Mano’s eye, leaving a nasty cut. The two tussled with each other, Rye running to get help. The other primals separated the two fighting alpha, demanding to know what had happened. The other alpha shoved Manitoban out of the way, walking up to his tribe.
“This monster tried to kill me. He knew he’d never become alpha with me around, so he tried to knock me off.”
“That’s not true!” Rye called out, growling.
“Yes it is, and Rye here, he was complacent, only when he saw his hero being attacked did he rush to get help, he was fine with seeing me dying.”
The tribe members looked at one another. Even if the other alpha was lying, they’d rather have him then Manitoban. There was a rustle of agreement, Rye and Manitoban were to be banished. If either were to come back, they’d be killed. Anyone else could go with them, but the penalty would be the same. They were kicked out with nothing, only a few other simas following with them. They traveled for days, hunting together, being careful not to loose anyone. With no shelter they traveled through a rain storm, Rye getting sick from the cold. They then had to go and find herbs for his cough, taking days out of their traveling plan. Eventually, they reached a rocky plateau, a few sparse trees and shrubbery, plenty of small caves, and of course, it was high enough they could survey the land for miles in each direction. The small group climbed the mountain, struggling to get up it, but eventually, they reached it. Now it was time to rebuild his tribe. This would be the hardest part, barely 5 simas to run an actually create something that’d thrive. They turned the caves into dens, a medics hut, and a pretty storage center. They searched the land for herbs to stock the medics hut, one sima falling down a cliff face while trying to get some borage and being bedridden for days. They made sure to find clean water, and check for abundant prey. It was going to be hard, but it was going to work. Manitoban had finally achieved his duty as an alpha, and he was determined to be the best alpha he could be.