The Alphess continues to run about the woods, humming a little tune. She jumps over a log, but looses her footing as she lands and slides in the slow. With a yelp, she bumps into the white omega she didn't see before. Dire tries to stop herself, but was still hurled into the fae. Being small, it wasn't that bad of a fall. Dire quickly get up, shooting a worried look at her omega. "I'm sorry, are you all right?" she asked. She didn't truly think of Fable as an omega; merely a wolf who didn't find their place in the pack yet.
He slowly rises to his feet, and raises an eyebrow at his Beta. He stretches out for a moment, dragging his hind legs behind him as he walks forward with his front legs. He slowly waddles up to Renn, and says, "Should I hunt anywhere in particular today?" The food pile was running a little low, and before he went out to find what he could, he just wanted to check to make sure there wasn't anywhere specific he was to go.



