Otter Creek Conflict at Night

@Rayder

As blood and rain trickled on his now wet and massive white body, he was strolling past the night, he watched as everyone was asleep. Taking guard over the territory was as boring as it sounded. He looked around, seeing the white and full moon. He sat down, in a bad mood from the surgery. He still was so confused about things, perhaps it was Baraaskar, once again messing with him. Or maybe the rain, disturbing his thoughts by rain drops.

His tail sweeped the floor, he remembered what he had to do: Find a trade, warrior or hunter or what it would be. He could not demonstrate his fighting skills, as there were no wolves lower than Alpha that were mighty enough to spar against him. Atleast none that he knew of. As the thought occurred, he thought about going out for a kill. The pack needed food anyway, but something was holding him back.