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It was afternoon and he had finished his daily patrols, filled the pack's caches, chased away some intruders, dealt with some political issues, checked on the slaves, done his duties and currently he was relaxing by the shade of a forest, leaning against a large sturdy tree as the beautiful autumn colors of reds and yellows showered the place. He yawned, tiredness overwhelming the youthful Praetor as he sat, deep in thought, the gentle breeze billowing around him, offering him coolness.
A pack meeting had to be held soon, he tilted his head into the air and howled for the Probatio yearling wondering how he was faring in the pack. He had been promoted to a higher rank despite his status on Probatio and he was wondering whether or not he should keep his rank or again be demoted to the lowest rank. His actions determined the consequences.
Silver eyes scanned the clearing lazily wondering if Flash was going to come and submit to him because that might help him keep his rank for another week until he got out of Probatio after all, nobody liked being on a trial rank, half a member and half not. He himself had once been in Flash's paws and he hated it but the Spiritfire wolf had deserved it.