Horizon Ridge I Never Had

Gavriil not yet accustomed with every wolf in the pack didn’t fully know the degree of the injuries that beleaguered their group. Pump endured the event with a laceration on her flank, which was fortunate. The new alpha needed to be strong, physically and mentally, in order to assume leadership of the pack. While Gavriil had only a few conversations with the female he did sense something on her. She out of all the wolves the immense male had met were worthy of the title alpha, not to mention the responsibilities that come with it.

Gavriil was sincerely interested on what this male thought of Pump as an alpha. He was questioning whether or not the male held to the ‘old ways’: where females were represented as less than a by standing male. In Gavriil’s own mind, shaped by genetics and nurture, females were to be treated as equals nothing less. A wolf’s birth gender in which it out of all control doesn’t dictate their place in this harsh world, as it once did. ”What do you think of Pump? Do you think she is fit to chief us?” Gavriil questioned, all hint of cheeriness gone, now just plain curiosity. To fully understand this pale wolf, Gavriil desired to know his views. Which are almost always screams of one’s personality.