Blacktail Deer Plateau Calling by stormlight

Fall swept the national territory in a swift, colorful grip. As the trio stepped through the woods, the multitude of warm, rich hues assaulted Cuan's golden orbs. Normally, the Omega would be more interested in lazing about and watching the leaves fall, but the Bon Dye queen had different plans. Hawkeye, Pied, Cuan. A little less then a day ago the assignment had come out; trick-or-treat. Cuan did have a sweet spot for treats- a good bone or a tough jerky-esque piece of meat was pleasing to all wolves. Immediately, the Omega had followed behind the two females, a little more than curious to this course of festive spirit.
The evening was setting in as the trio approached a swath of ridges, with a plateau rising beyond it. For most of the day, they had traveled swiftly in a single file, following a river through woods and meadows. Cuan had enough time to enjoy his jaunt through nature, often falling behind as he inspected the fresh blanket of leaves on the ground or a stray trail left from a deer. But the Omega soon left his playful nature when he scented the aroma of another pack. The tawny beast was never for confrontation, and preferred his role as peacemaker. The small band stopped, and Pied had spoke up.
Let's vote. Since there's three of us, majority rules. I vote we call for the leadership and demand a treat.
His ears flickered at that idea. Cuan had already given consideration to the prospect of something sweet. But before he had time to voice his opinion, Hawkeye had responded, her opulent pearls sparking violently. Obviously, she was in no favor of a kind approach. A treat would be nice, the male added in after Hawkeye's poisonous remark. He doubted the vote would go for much, however, when a figure appeared in sight. The omega immediately took a step back, ears flattened and nose twitching. The stranger female was no subordinate.
Watching from a rather unattached standpoint, the apparent 'beef' between this rival pack member and Hawkeye had sparked an insulting comment, and a push to attack. Well, he suspected that their little trick or treat outing would not be all flowers and roses. Cuan let out a sorrowful whine. Why are you doing this?