Whitefish River It's hard to believe

46FC°, currently it is mostly cloudy and set during the early afternoon. Located in Whitefish River, center of pack | tagging: @Ira

He couldn't avoid the center of the pack forever. Eventually, Hiero knew he had to eat something more than just the scraps he found along the borders of the pack and even try to keep face among his packmates to ensure they didn't think something was wrong. Disguising his lack of interest in participating in much pack activities as necessary duties at the borders, not having a family or any true relations brewing, it only seemed like the most believable excuse while everyone else seemed to prepare for the first puppies to be brought in.

As he wandered in, Hiero put on his usual show. A tail high and swaying, shoulders square, a gentle smile and even a humming tune caught in his throat as he sauntered in. His banner and the outer display were naturally not challenging, just prideful and something natural to him. More like a happy man keeping his head up than a dominant display of any type of leader. He was cautious not to let the sight of Ira or any other families break his defenses, feeling quite alone in his bachelor endeavors with him aging and still with no lover or family of his own, it was perhaps starting to weigh on him more than he would like to admit.