O N T A R I O
~Male~Alpha of the Rebels~Mood: Anxious, irritable~Tags: Danger, (Aleu if you want)
The alpha smirked and let out a puff of air. "That would be ideal." He agreed "However, I won't punish innocent dogs. We need solid proof. There has to be someone disloyal here. I just hate the thought of false accusation." He blinked and lowered his voice. "Trust me, I know what it's like." Then, coughing a bit, he added "Just keep an eye out. Again, any suspicious activity...speak up." Ontario rose to his paws. The large brute dipped his head. "That's all. You can leave now. Organize a few patrols." He instructed "I'm going on a walk, if anyone wants to talk to know." He didn't wait for a response as he slipped out of his den, leaving Danger alone.
He walked through the camp and out of the entrance. He padded at first, but as his mind grew cloudier with bad memories, he eventually was sprinting through the territory. Flashes of that night burned his mind. The barking, the gun, the black mask. The feeling of his teeth sinking into flesh, the urge to protect, the satisfaction of defending his home. Then the horror, the pain, and the screams of the man and his family. The outrage, the grief, and the longing. Everything weighed down on him, making him feel like he was lugging a deer on his shoulders. His breathing became short and sharp and his vision blurred and was infested with black dots. He skidded to a halt, his paws burning from trampling over jagged rocks. He flopped on the ground. He didn't know how far he ran or for how long, and he didn't care. He closed his eyes and forced steady breaths to ripple through him. He swallowed and closed his jaw, eventually regaining his regular pattern. He sighed and curled up tightly, backing against a tree and scanning his surroundings. He wanted to be alone, but he didn't trust the wilderness to fulfill his wishes.