The Heartwood If the Fires don't burn it down

Big brown beast, scarred and heavy walked amongst the ashy trees. Soot, and mud to flow around his blunt paws, discoloring the white claws that he had. The medicine and cobwebs he had tugged from around his eye, the scar pink and ropy in the shadows as they drifted down to cover him in their embrace.

He blew a breath from his nostrils irritated and anxious. He had not asked for this. He had not signed up to hold the lives of other wolves in his paws. He had agreed to be a second in command and yes he knew what that had entailed. He knew that if his leader was gone, he would need to step up. What he wasn't expecting was for it to happen so suddenly and so quickly, amongst all the other changes in his life.

Slave Consort lifted his head, red eyes gleaming. He hadn't meant to take a mate and now here he had one, not that he was upset about it. It was just another change to his life that he wasn't quite used too.

Deep breath pulled into black nose, maw open wide, white teeth gleaming as he scented for any prey. He didn't know what decision to make, but he did know they needed to eat. He would see what he could find.