Redtail Rise Never a diva but occasionally a real dick

I just couldn't resist jumping in :)

Arion realized that he wasn't made for this life...this peaceful, quiet, boring life. He found himself missing the stress, the thrill when he was temporary leader of the Rise, sure, it had made his insomnia worse, and sure, he had been worried as fuck and his emotions had became an absolute mess and messed up his usually orderly logical system. But at least it had been exciting then, albeit in a dark, terrible way. Nowadays, his packmates seemed to be all off doing their own thing, leaving the chocolate Greek resorting back to drugs.

It was probably a bad thing, but the stallion had nothing else to do, nothing especially interesting managed to weed its way into his life yet. He made sure to only be on drugs when he was sure his leader wasn't anywhere around, didn't want to make her think that her second most trusted wolf and now the lead warrior of the pack and was a fucking, uncontrollable, weak, pathetic druggie. He couldn't bear to let her know. Craven, coward, he thought wearily to himself one day.

Arion had been on the other side of the packlands, on the other side from where Smash was when the summoning howl rang through the air. He had only been so far away because he had been secretly taking drugs over there, for a moment, he considered going over there like a drunkard but decided against it for there was a howl for Saena and Reek too. He didn't mind the ragged wolf knowing but his yearling leader was another thing entirely.

So after the drugs mostly wore off, the stallion made his way quickly towards the source of the call, from a distance, his keen honey eyes spotted the familiar figure of the ragged new Beta and his so called 'twin'. A grin plastered on his chocolate features, he arrived with a typical, cheery "Whatsup guys," just for the smile to fade away entirely at what was happening and the smell that hit him squarely on the face. Heat. That couldn't be good. And the look on his ragged best friend's face was not good. 

Barely being able to control his stoic look, Arion spoke, "Fuck's going on?" he half spluttered, half snarled.