Ardeat shifted his weight a little, and then padded around the group of wolves until he was walking next to his sister. “What do you want?” Procella growled, “it better be important. I don’t have time to hang around with lousy omegas.”
Ardeat felt hurt at his sister’s sharp comment, but made sure to keep it hidden. “Uhh…I might have seen something,” he said slowly. “What,” Procella snapped impatiently. Ardeat thought fast. “It-it was a pair of eyes. Watching us from the bushes. I think they might’ve belonged to another wolf.”
Procella stopped and looked the omega dead in the eye. “You think I still don’t know there are other wolves here!? After that howling!?” She snarled. “I-I’m sorry,” Ardeat stuttered.
“Ugh,” Procella groaned, “why won’t you ever stop wasting my time? Just-just go back to the back of the group. And don’t bother me again. Quickly. Before I bite your face off.”
Ardeat nodded and quickly moved to the back of the group with his tail tucked between his legs. Oh, Ardeat. Why can’t you do anything right?
Meanwhile, Odium trekked through the forest, following a scent trail he picked up of an unfamiliar wolf. He followed it all the way to a small quarry with a tall boulder residing in the center. In the quarry were dozens of clean, colorful wolves. And they all looked so much happier than the Blightwood wolves. However, Odium chose to ignore this fact, and let out a soft growl before retreating into the forest with a swish of his tail.


