Sawtooth Spire sharks in the swimming pool

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Slowly, he began to venture further into the territory. The Alpha and Beta liked him enough to argue over his new alias, so he was officially property of the pack, right? Still, Wicked didn't feel like he could just go traipsing wherever he wanted, whenever he wanted. He needed to earn that privilege. He spent most of his time patrolling the borders (he'd chased away a coyote just a few hours prior) but as he crept into his new home's heart, he began to focus on another task: hunting.

The pale Epsilon roved across one of the territory's lower plateaus, weaving in between the trees and scrub, his nose lowered to the ground as he attempted to track down a viable scent. He picked up on something and followed it, only to find one of the pack's concealed caches. There were only two carcasses in it, so he would hunt not only to feed his own hunger but that of the entire pack.