Broken Boulder What A Man Can Do

Don't bother if you can't do a post. Just gve me something to work with - 200 words of meaningful things will give me more to reply to than 1000 words of purple prose. In short, don't sweat.

Considering how little respect Jim had for the alpha male in that moment, it was no wonder that the male wasn't ever going near the Caldera again - not even if they promised him a King's place, a golden crown upon his furry head or mounds of prey for his picking every meal. Nada. But still, Jim wasn't one to judge - perhaps the male had something going on back home and his mood was off. Maybe.

It was pretty hard to convince himself of that, though. 

Jim's body was trotting along at a comfortable rate - it had wanted to get as far away from the alpha as possible, going from yesterday until today. It had started in the morning the previous day, covering around half the land going as fast as possible. It was quick and light on its feet, the training done easily carrying it. Besides, the constant running made for good exercise.

And the best thing about it? It was goddamn night by the time he reached Broken Boulder. COnGRatUlaTIons, Jim. You've covered from one end of Teekon to the other in two days and are probably going to keel over from exhaustion. Surprisingly, the male kept his footing, though his muscles were strained and aching. He had rolled in mud to remove the scent of the pack, the Caldera, the everything. Only pure Jim remained.