if i had a voice i would sing

Gavriil like any aspiring male wolf, wanted a mate and pups when the time was right. He dreamt of those future days more than he liked to admit. The cinnamon wolf was not hell bent on attaining leadership of this pack, nor any pack he came in contact with. He simply wanted to find a pack and gain a high rank inside of it. If the time came where he wanted to have pups but the alpha forbid it then he would start his own family unit. Only then would he attempt to lead a group of wolves. 

The cinnamon wolf still felt uneasy around Ragnar. The macho male was daunting to say the least. While the pair were equal in size there was something about Ragnar that made him more savage visually. The group of scars that surrounded his head played a huge factor in his wild looks. It was extremely difficult not to feel intimidated by the pale wolf's presence. When the other male nudged Gavriil's muzzle he relax a little, although being closer to the bear of a wolf wasn't easy. The snowy male spoke about how he was doing well, and in return offered a simple thanks (well a thanks in Ragnar's ideals) for standing up for his pups. Gavriil acknowledge the other males words with a nod "I could only hope that if I was placed in the same situation you would also stand up for me. The crimes of the parents shouldn't be reflected on the children." Gavriil replied in a deep tone. It was true the male could only hope that the pale wolf would do the same. He questioned if Raganr would have as much tolerance for mistakes if they weren't his own (or his mates for that matter). 

Gavriil had learned from Pump that Ragnar wanted beta position, and soon after he got that the ebony she wolf feared he wouldn't stop. It was easy to tell the male wanted power by the way he carried himself. Gavriil likewise wouldn't challenge the male, he showed respect and submission around him to keep him at bay. When the snowy wolf inquired in a friendly tone it left Gavriil feeling even more uneasy, it was odd hearing the wolf speak in a friendly tone. Gavriil shrugged it off as excitement for the pups. "I am well, and yes I have recently spoke to Thistle. The pups seem to be healthy, and no doubt once they are born will they be happy. I am very excited to meet your children Ragnar. I know that in time they will be great members of this pack." Gavriil spoke proudly of the yet to be born pups. It was true, the cinnamon male was extremely excited to see the pups. The teddy bear had always had a special place in his heart for pups.