Redhawk Caldera Joining

The first one to greet Mara was not the Alpha, or even a Beta. He was the Epsilon, but there was no way for her to know that, or he to know her at all. So Ashmedai approached with his ears up and his tail high, displaying his position as a pack wolf, higher in dominance than a lone wolf like her. You were in that position a while ago, his conscience chided him, submitting to your Alpha. Show some kindness. But it was not to be, however, as instinct won over Ashmedai's brain, and the older male would continue his stance until a leader arrived.

"Name and intention," he spoke, voice bordering on hard, As a pack wolf, the man had a duty to his packmates and to himself. The girl smelled of many more wolves - different wolves, he realised, and Ashmedai knew at once that she must have come from another pack - there was no other explanation. But he kept it to himself, face neutral and steel blue eyes nothing more than the cold metal they resembled.



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