Just close your eyes, dear [J]

A male of interest soon arrived, materializing from the mountainous trees and scrub with seriousness written all over his face. He was a drab and average looking wolf with a common beige-grey coat, but upon his neck was a shoddily knit mess of raw flesh, still puckered and red. She could tell just by looking at it that the wound was recent, and she suspected it would leave a scar that would become Ferdie's identifying feature.

Before the rumble even built in his throat, the dark-furred female had swept into a submissive pose. She consciously held her head lower than the Alpha's, turned down her ears, and flagged her tail with its base tucked tightly against her body. Her fur lay flat as Viatrix did everything she could to appear inconspicuous in front of the lead male. Yet there was a fire in her eyes that suggested she was not one to grovel, and her lips, though they bore a submissive grin, were just a touch tighter than the average Omega's.

Without waiting for Ferdie to speak, the dark female introduced herself: “I am Viatrix DeMonte, descendant of Bronx DeMonte, founder of the DeMonte family.”