Sleeping Dragon time sours, rots, renews, sours again

Hush was still the highest-ranking male within Sleeping Dragon, only now he was at the top of the throng, only beneath the newly appointed Beta, the black female he had sparred with long ago, and the two Queens. Hush only saw this as a challenge. As Gamma, he had to prove his strength to the pack of hardened warriors. All of them were larger than him, being pure-blooded wolves, and obviously had a history in fighting. He did not. He was once a wanderer, a scout, but never was he a true fighter. The coywolfdog had the strong urge to finally achieve his trade and become the warrior that the pack deserved to have as a Gamma. He had seen what had happened to Lucani, their healer, and he did not want that to happen to himself. While he respected her as one of the founding members and their healer, he knew that she would not last long amidst them. And so he was right.

Hush returned from another patrol, not yet exhausted by the tedious marking and guarding of the borders. He still had some energy left in him that he wished to expend if he was going to have a nice nap. As he passed the borders on his way to his den, he saw the familiar bearish woman that he had met on patrol once. With a gentle chuff he greeted her, his tail wagging softly at the familiar female as he walked forward.