ordinance

          A single command was snapped before Leatherface's snout, "Stay."
        And for hours after that, that single instruction left him seated in the place his brother had left him in. The light had come and gone, and come and gone again, and still he stayed without sleep peering into the darkness for some sign of his sibling's return. The last image stayed murky in his memory, but he could recall the familiar hiss of annoyance as Krueger scented the area, an edge to his own mumblings, and with no other explanation he'd disappeared into the landscape; this in itself was not odd, but if Leatherface had stopped to consider the time he'd taken longer than other times before to come back.
          It was on the third time that the light went away again, that he felt the sharp pains of hunger shoot through his gut. Remembering the command and what kept him stapled to this single spot, he spent some time whining to himself, reluctant to pull away without his smaller brother's permission. Eventually hunger won out in the end, and in the pursuit of food he'd also found a home. A turn of events that he only somewhat grasped. Instead of listening to his brother, as he had always done, he would listen to another, which made him complacent for the time being.
          After the brief review of his obligations by his new leader, which Leatherface had taken mostly in silence with a few confirming grunts, he was left to himself. But like he had done before, the departure of his new alpha left him without direction, and he sat still. He was waiting... for something, although he himself did not know what exactly. Perhaps his brother? He was unsure what to think; if his brother did return for him, he felt a small spark of delight but and even darker shade of fear knowing he'd failed to listen. The memory left the large wolf to slide his massive frame slowly to the ground where he huffed, the fatigue of several sleepless days beginning weigh on his consciousness.