Ultraviolence

Haha, I was listening to Lana Del Rey when I wrote it. Hence the title ^_^

FitzDutiful would have laughed to know that Copper thought of him a warlord. He wasn't that at all, not in his mind, but neither was he the same wolf when Copper had left. Then he had been fairly new to his alpha leadership. He had had wolves who had been around him when he was still unsure of himself and that had tainted the relationship between them all. Now he had wolves who would protect him, and each other.

As it was, he was lost in the thought of the past. He knew he was different to who he had been and Copper returning had prompted this realisation. He was slowly deciding it was a good different though, each time the pack lost a member they had grown tighter and made it through another close scrape when it would seem they were close to losing their home. Now they were blossoming again as wolves looked for winter shelter, if not permanent homes.

He slowly started to come back to himself, picking up more and more about the land around him as the he continued marking the borders, strengthening the defences that were slightly weak. There weren't as many weak places any more, everyone was contributing.

A soft breeze brought with it the slight scent of Copper, but FitzDutiful didn't look around for him yet. It was faint enough that he could be a distance away or even just recently passed through.