Wild Berry Meadow there's a cult, there's a cult inside of me

@Kinnaird sorry it's short! i'm still shaking off some rust.

His recent ascension to leadership has him walking on air, weightless and detached in a way he'd always hoped to achieve. Things like love and warmth may lurk just out of reach, but power — that's something he can grasp. Something tangible. Something he can work to keep.
Head held higher under the weight of his new crown, he takes to the meadow to survey the land surrounding his domain. His pack. He follows a days-old wolf trail idly through the meadow, bushy tail flagging in a brilliant display of leaderly dominance for his audience of none. It's important to look impressive, after all; how else will everyone know he's important now?