Raised

In his old land, Farstep had been an ordinary wolf. His place in the hierarchy had been that of every day follower, his duties those of every other wolf whose keep had been earned in sweat and blood. But he had been a lowly follower, with low aspirations, content in his position only because that was how things were meant to be. His parents, the breeding wolves, had been in charge, and any show of boldness on his part was quashed before it had a chance to grow into discontent. Farstep had been a great follower, but all wolves who dispersed from that place were either Omegas or Alphas, and he was definitely not the former.

He took advantage of his solitude in the mountain pass to stretch his legs as something above a mere follower. For a dispersal wolf, there were many options, all of them leading to survival, the acquisition of a mate, and the founding of a pack. Farstep's instincts bid him follow these natural wolf laws, but the male wasn't in a particular hurry. Had it been the middle of breeding season, when the females wore their sexual musks about them, it would have been a different story.

Back home, Farstep had only been allowed to piss while squatting. It was the dominant animals' right to cock their legs. It was a sign of power over the others. But here, in this quiet, lonesome range, there was no one to stop him... And he found it gratifying to lift up his left leg and proudly urinate like an Alpha wolf urinated.