Broken Antler Fen You will pray to the god you always denied

It wasn't long until Sebastian made himself known with a baritone growl, spoiling Valtyr's fun and shutting him down completely. There was no glimmer of hope in challenging the dark alpha; the Sveijarn possessing neither the physical aptitude or mental fortitude to overcome their leader... and even if he did, was that something the young man wanted? Not at all. For now, he was content to fall in line with the others — the instinct to breed tempered by his instinct to be deferential to the strongest wolf in the pack.

He assumed a submissive posture and moved away from Sebastian, Peal, and Kinra to a shady patch of grass along the treeline. Though Valtyr wasn't interested in coming between Pearl and Sebastian, it seemed their knight was most insistent on keeping them apart. Why? He wondered as he laid down on his belly, keeping his distance from the trio but sticking around to watch in case Pearl decided she cared for the younger, leaner fare.