Offer me that deathless death (Joining)

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Dimka nodded to the beta male, glad that he had already shown submission to the pack member and skipped the risk of offending the larger wolf. "Well met Lasher." He had hopes for this pack now, for the first member he had met was strong and decisive, which reflected much about the leadership in the pack. If the beta was decisive, the alpha would be strong and equally, if not more decisive.

He thought carefully of his words now, trying to avoid the pain of delving into the dark depths of his past but it was unavoidable. "I was born the runt and unfortunately, my pack didn't believe that runts should survive. So they left me there but strangely, a coyote pack brought me into their folds with eager joy. The head female of the coyote pack had just lost her pups, so she might have replaced me. I left when I was arriving into my adulthood, wandering and hunting as a lone wolf. I met my mate then. We were happy, for a time, with pups on the way. Until her past caught up with her. They attempted to kill me and by the time I was awake and my wound had healed a little, she was long gone and the small bodies of our pups lay on the snow, long dead. That's why I am here. I want to find out what happened to her and if she died."

Sure, his tale was a little long but it had to be done.