Ouroboros Spine diablo

Tev dreaded going back to Moonspear knowing that he had to bow to both Charon and Floki ...where everything was so wrong. He was the one that had always wanted to lead. He was the one that wanted to be a leader but of course, of course Tev could never have what he wanted. Of course he was always stuck with the shit shift. He understood well enough that Charon would never give him a position he wanted simply because they didn't really get along — though it did not fail to escape Tev's notice that as an adult he surely had some sort of ability to challenge one of their ranks (and the worse part was this consideration seemed more and more like a good idea to him). He wasn't so sure he could just heartlessly rip Floki's new position out from beneath him because he doubted that it had been Floki's idea in the first place. Which left the option of challenging Charon for his own rank though this would probably be difficult because there was Amekaze to consider. Would she allow it? He had nothing against the alpha female but he considered that she might pose a problem to his ambitions.

And he could have had nothing against Charon, had even assumed that things were ...getting better between them. Until this, at least. Or it could really be as simple as letting it be known that he wanted to be Beta beside Floki or he was going to challenge the alpha male for his rank and leave no room for negotiation. Tev wasn't about negotiations, something he very much inherited from Ragnar. Tev had asserted himself as the dominate one of his litter from early on and dammit he wasn't going to let his aspirations go away simply because of circumstance. He wanted to be like Ragnar ...and he knew for a fact that Ragnar had made demands of wanting to be the Beta of Horizon Ridge (Thistle'd told him). If Ragnar could do it then so could he. They were father and son after all and they often claimed that the apple did not fall far from the tree.

Angrily he paced back and forth, back and forth, having worn down the snow that had layered upon his path and began to trod a scar into the ground, tail lashing behind him with hidden fury and he tried to sort through his emotions and gather his plan. It would work. It had to work. It worked for Ragnar (as if that truly meant it was going to work for him, tsh you got a lot to learn kiddo). He stewed in the velvet cusp of the night as it began to win it's war with dusk the moon bright and the stars dotting the dark navy colored skyline.