Big Salmon Lake [m] Fresh out of an icky gooey womb

Woot! 400th post.

The wolf took his advice and moved to clean. Kerosene watched out of the corner of his eyes, moving to continue his feast while he paused every so often to glance at the wolf who was cleaning himself of the muck. Smart of the wolf. Better to get that off before it dried. Considering he'd also killed the new born that was with him, it wasn't likely to run off. Sometimes hygiene was a little more important than food. This was one of those few rare instances.

He wolfed down a few more bites before the caldron wolf emerged from the water with a question. Talkative this one was. It gave reason for Kero to smirk. His mate was the least chatty wolf he knew so if either of them were to bridge that gap between question and answer it was him. Unfortunately, he wasn't feeling particularly talkative, nor did he run around announcing his freshly earned title.

He was saved from answering when the wolf continued, speaking of a beta beneath them. Kroc was only recently prompted. Before that? Before that was before Tonravik. The spine held history, but whatever this wolf spoke of was not any history of theres. "We have no male beta beneath us," was all he said. In his own way, he answered both questions. Yes. They were above beta and therefore the alpha pair. In the same stroke, whatever wolf this one had spoken to was no longer relevant. Fortunately, the spine cared little for the territories of others. They weren't about to knock on another's door without reason.

Tonravik spoke then. Kerosene silenced. Her question was the very reason as to why they traveled and it was really all they cared to know. The rest didn't much matter. Thus far, only their newest of neighbors were shaking up the neighborhood.