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an alpha x omega 1v1 by em + faith

RODWEN
♂, cismale / 4 yrs / bisexual / alpha male / voice claim, akela

rodwen is a bright white wolf with round, rich amber orbs. he is a very strongly-built, barrel-chested brute with a sleek, muscular physique, long legs, and an overall abnormally large body. although often described as white, he does have a few strikes of pale gray and brown across his back and down his tail - like a dorsal stripe of color. his dark eyes and brows bring attention to his face, which sports high cheekbones and a delicate, almost feminine, nose. he smells of crisp summer breezes.

characteristics and personality

rodwen is . . . intelligent, strategical, strong-willed, efficient, courageous, thick-skinned, confident, protective, wise, loyal, a good, powerful leader ; ambitious, unrelenting, blunt/too honest ; prideful, arrogant, cold, stoic, showy, ostentatious, flaunts his rank, enforces pack hierarchy with deep fierceness.

extras and history

• rodwen's face is nearly always flat and blank, so the only true expression you will get out of him is a look of dissatisfaction or mild irritation. he carries himself in a tall, formal manner: eyes half-lidded, head cocked at a dominant angle, and movements confident and precise. there’s a burning, intimidating presence about rodwen that commands the respect of all those before him, and he wouldn't have it any other way. • he came into power relatively young, but he is wise and just and fit to lead . . . and this, the former alpha, sarugol, saw. he has led the pack to prosperity, and now, it is larger than ever before. deeply dedicated to his role as alpha, the safety and happiness of his kin is rodwen’s top priority, as well as maintaining the pack's respect and reverence amongst the other forest creatures. • rodwen has been head of the pack for roughly a year, and though he has established himself . . . he has yet to establish a choice of mate. a bit of a loner, rodwen prefers to do things on his own, and doesn't like others messing with his alpha problems, not even his betas. • he isn't a fan of relaxing, and loves to keep himself busy. in the wee hours of the morning, he is awake, keeping watch over his pack or strolling through the forest like an elegant ghost amidst the snow. • last thing! rodwen views most wolves as "below himself", and will only see a lower-ranking wolf as anything other than a subordinate if they prove themselves to be useful, or if their loyalty is true.

^{Through the Trails and the Pain} Sköll _{I remain unbroken}



Male - three years old - Omega - Yukon wolf - 2.8 feet tall - 118-128 pounds

Appearance

This brute has a beautiful ebony pelt that is peppered with shades of white and gray giving him an almost grainy appearance. His pelt is oddly feathery, even in the warmest season and never seems to lose it's length. During the winter months, though his pelt grows thicker it always remains rather velvet like in texture. Though this brute is lean in stature he does hold strength uncommon to wolves that hold down the omega position. One unusual thing about the brute is that his paws are abnormally large even though he is completely full grown. This causes him to be rather clumsy despite his attempts at being graceful always but they do not hinder the brute. Though he has many scars riddling his body, including a tear in his right ear, one scar holds a place above the others. It rests on the inside of his hind leg and was received as punishment from his father for taking the lowly rank of omega. Though he rarely shows it, it haunts him night and day and reminds him of his fathers disappointment. When he approaches, others will take in the sweet scent roses and honey, however, in the winter the tang of ice is added to the mix leaving his scent almost unforgettable.

Voice: Vic Fuentes



Characteristics

Quirks: Paces when nervous - Photographic memory - Looks to the stars. Habits: Collects flowers - Collects bird feathers Likes: Jokes - Play - Learning - Adventure Dislikes: Violence - Submission (oddly) - Lack of food during meal time Soft Spots: Pups


Family

Midnight: Mother of Sköll, she was a young ebony she-wolf, only two years and three months when she gave birth to Sköll and Venice. Just a few months ago she was killed by a bear while hunting. Sherkan: Father of Sköll, he was a large gray and black brute with patches of white littering his body. Sköll was born when he was three years and five months. He was killed by a rogue during battle while his son watched nearby. Venice: The sister of Sköll, she is a large ebony she wolf much like her brother. She is still alive and well and remains in the ranks of the pack.



Romance

First love: He has never experienced love, as of yet. Love Interest: While it will deepen, he is currently mildly fond of Rodwen. Mate: Currently no mate to speak of. Orientation: Sköll is homosexual but he is rather closed off about this fact and always has been. Love Style: Agape (Selfless love) Flirtation: Highly flirtatious until his heart is set.

Name	Basics	Traits	Relationships
Rodwen	Male - Four Years Alpha - Timber Wolf	Insert here	Will be interested in Sköll
Roukan	Male - Five Years Beta - Iberian Wolf	Hard-headed Well Rounded Intelligent Aggressive Brave Dominant Unwavering	Kite (mate) Shunter (daughter) Marley (son)
Kite	Female - Four Years Beta - Tundra Wolf	Kindhearted Intelligent Daring Brave Understanding Forgiving Clever Dauntless Organized Fierce	Roukan (mate) Shunter (daughter) Marley (son)
Venice	Female - Three Years Member - Yukon Wolf	Fiery Aggressive Careless Aggressive Dominating Unforgiving Loyal Determined	Sköll (brother)
Ashter	Female - Three Years Member - Tundra Wolf	Playful Kindhearted Forgiving Understanding Loving Romantic	None
Lykan	Male - Two Years Member - Tundra Wolf	Serious Commanding Business like Fierce Loyal Determined Collected Organized	None
Duncan	Female - Two Years Member - Mackenzie Wolf	Goofy Playful Friendly Submissive Curious Nervous Uncertain Cautious	None
Valkyre	Male - Five Years Member - Iberian Wolf	Bold Composed Fierce Dominant Quiet Controlled Distant	Roukan (brother) Kite (sister-in-law) Shunter (niece) Marley (nephew)
Shunter	Female - Three Months Pup - Iberian/Tundra Wolf	In Development	Roukan (father) Kite (mother) Valkyre (uncle) Marley (brother)
Marley	Male - Three Months Pup - Iberian/Tundra wolf	In Development	Roukan (father) Kite (mother) Valkyre (uncle) Shunter (female)
Sköll	Male - Three Years Omega - Yukon wolf	Independent Submissive (learned) Jokster Playful Free-spirited Kind Protective Loyal Brave	Venice (sister) Will have interest in Rodwen

R O D W E N 4 YRS // ALPHA MALE OF THE PACK // DEN ; CAMP ● @ THE PACK ● WORD COUNT : 1,848 ● © ARU FOR TEMPLATE ●

sleep. ugh. he had always found it to be a useless, unproductive thing . . . and for a wolf like rodwen, a wolf that craved action and constant motion, sleep was pointless. unfruitful! a curse on any being that wanted to get something done! a disease whose side affects were laziness and inefficiency! of course, drifting away into that dark corner a good rest opened up had its uses, but that didn't mean the gray-backed alpha had to enjoy it and the time it wasted. rodwen could be doing so many different things in the time that collapsing in his nest and napping took from his life! he could be organizing hunting parties, devising battle tactics, venturing through the territory for evidence of new herds or old ones come around again . . . but being alpha of an ever-growing pack was hard, stressful work, even for the proud male. so at the end of the day, even he had to take the time to regenerate every once in a while. rodwen had tried everything to stay awake late into the night, and most days he succeeded, roaming the forest by himself or keeping a steady, watchful eye on his slumbering packmates from atop the boulder in the center of their rocky camp. he was a silent, mysterious ghost in the night, pale body almost translucent in the darkness. he loved having time to himself, loved keeping busy, and to do so uninterrupted while studying the wondrous beauties of the evening . . . well, rodwen couldn't ask for anything better. still, there were many nights he became overwhelmed with exhaustion and was forced by his weary heart and mind to buckle down into his feather-covered nest. and last night had been one of those unfortunate nights, he knew . . . because all of a sudden, his bright amber orbs flew open and were met with the golden hues of dawn. rodwen blinked back tears as the bright lighting swept into his cozy den; his tail began to twitch and his head lifted, spurred into the motion by the prospect of a new day. while any other wolf would've yawned, turned away from the rising sun, and tried to go back to sleep . . . he was instantly wide awake and rearing to get up, up, up and out into the open. the alpha staggered to his paws, sluggish with sleep, and ran a paw across his long, narrow face, cleansing it of the crustiness slumber had brought about. he kicked the fuzziness out of his limbs, yawned once more, and bowed down in a long, easy stretch with his rump high in the air. the white-furred wolf reveled in every pop and crackle his cramped bones made, and he shook himself so hard he almost toppled over, shedding debris from his nest and strands of ghostly white fur. that done, rodwen rolled his shoulders and adjusted his head to its usual angle──lowering his muzzle downward while his neck soared upward──as if attempting and succeeding to give off the impression that he lorded over all. tail raised and muscles taunt with power and dominance, the male nosed aside the tangle of lichen that fell across the entrance of his boulder-den. he strutted with his usual self-assuredness and serenity out into the early morning, swathing his body in the great shadow the boulder cast before him. he stood there for a moment, underneath the towering mass of stone he had made his den beneath, taking in the camp and his slowly waking packmates. the rocky hilltop──complete with countless ledges, nooks, crannies, and scraggly bushes perfect for relaxation or shelter──on which his pack had made its home was haloed with the rosiness of dawn, colors only accentuated by the mist that hung in the air and inched over slabs of rock. the crisp sugars and spices of autumn on its surefire way met rodwen's twitching nostrils. rustling leaves──brought to him via the gusty, cloying wind of the forest beneath the rocky crest──danced across the gravelly ground and sometimes vaulted into the air. as they did so, eloping their way towards the alpha male, their eerie, whistling whispers met his ears . . . and they warned him of bitter cold months soon to come. rodwen's rich amber eyes drifted down the jagged, rocky hill and locked onto the forest beneath it; the expanse of vegetation was teeming with verdant colors soon to die and creatures soon to leave its vast reaches. just the thought of the trees shedding their leaves, leaving them to form a carpet of browns, reds, and yellows . . . just the thought of a blanket of lethal snow settling over the land──it all sent the alpha's skin crawling and fur prickling. during his time as alpha, rodwen had seen the harshness, the extremities, and the grief brought about by the winter months. winter was a depressing time in which bodies shriveled and pelts lost their luster. winter was a lonely time in which nothing grew and everything rotted. winter was a scarce, scary time in which prey constantly eluded the starving predator, and bellies rumbled day and night, threatening to cave and eat their own lining. winter was a sad time . . . in which loved ones passed on from this world into a better one──a time in which foolish young or sickly old succumbed to a white death that fell from the sky. of course, the frigid months and those heart-wrenching losses seemed far away now . . . but rodwen knew that they would soon be upon his pack. in the blink of an eye, like a thief in the night, winter always fell upon the forest. rodwen had learned his lessons about this treacherous time of year──and he was going to prepare himself and his family as best he could for what was coming their way. narrowing his eyes and drawing his thick brows together as a particularly chilly gust swept into them, the white male stepped out of the shadows and into the gleaming morning. his long, curved claws clicked across a thin layer of frost while he circled the boulder and came to its backside, which was covered in a small series of ledges. with ease, rodwen scaled each one until he was standing proudly at the boulder's lip; wind snapped his whiskers every which way, and his long, pointy-eared shadow stretched across the rocky hilltop like a giant beast's. he lifted his muzzle into the biting wind, defying it, somehow standing tall and kinglike──a certain, sure ruler in his domain──despite its needy tug. buffeted by the wind, rodwen continued to muse: the pack needs to begin hunting soon. he turned a cool eye to the ground far beneath him and watched some of his packmates slip from their individual dens: roukan, kite, venice, ashter, duncan . . . they sensed that a meeting was about to take place, but they knew well enough to hang back until he called them. i don't want to make any mistakes. we will hunt incessantly while our bodies are still capable, fattening ourselves up with delicious meats. and as winter draws closer, we will even dare to store our catches beneath rocks or in tunnels for only the harshest, most dire times. he twitched his ears and raised his muzzle higher, higher, preparing to form his mouth into a distinct o-shape and release a pealing howl. yes. that is what must be done. we need to see ahead and catch as much prey as we can before the other animals migrate or go into hibernation. or before we become too weak to provide for ourselves. otherwise . . . a pack as big as mine will not survive. whilst rodwen flung back his head and let out a loud, guttural howl deep from his toes, the pits of his belly, and his soul . . . he made a promise. i will fight until my dying breath to make sure this pack pulls through. immediately, ten other wolves slunk forward from the receding shadows of the stony camp; their tails were wagging, tongues lolling, and ears perked at what their alpha had to say. as his pack gathered and sat beneath the boulder, sleek, healthy bodies framed in rosy golds, rodwen moved to the side so that his two betas, roukan and kite, could stand a little ways behind him. once the wolves had settled down on their hocks and hushed themselves, the gray-tinged alpha began the meeting with the sacred words of the pack, passed down from generation to generation──the timeless creed of all wolves. "now this is the law of the forest, as old and as true as the sky. and the wolf that shall keep it may prosper, but the wolf that shall break it must die. as the creeper that girdles the tree trunk, the law runneth forward and back. for the strength of the pack is the wolf, and the strength of the wolf is the pack." everyone recited it with him, heads held proudly as the power of the pack ran through their bodies; their mouths knew exactly what to do, for the words had long since been engrained in their brains. (well, all except the pups, shunter and marley, who struggled and stumbled over their sentences. they still had a lot of learning about the law ahead of them.) once the sacred saying had been murmured under the glint of dawn, rodwen pressed forward with the meeting. "as you all know, autumn is a few days shy of reaching us, and that means winter is not far off." uneasy murmurs tittered through the crowd, and tails beat stone anxiously. "because of this, we will take extra precautions: we will hunt until we can hunt no more, and we will gain weight and muscle for the months ahead." he gazed down at his packmates as they yipped in approval and nodded their heads, some even spinning in excited circles. although he didn't dare crack a smile, the brute felt his heart grow warm and fuzzy at the sight of them and their enthusiasm; it lifted his spirits, and he unchained his heart to let the adoration and power of the pack flood him. "on this fine morning, all of us will head out to hunt, and we will feast heartily." he noticed that shunter and marley looked like they were about to pop, so the alpha directed his stern, fatherly face to them, voice commanding, "the pups may come along, but they are to stay hidden at all times and only watch. that hasn't changed." disgruntled whimpers and high-pitched, throaty whines met his ears, however, he had already swiveled away from the youths. the pack chuffed at the pups, but they quickly grew silent under their alpha's formidable gaze and dominant posture. "let's be off, wolves," alpha rodwen barked, and he clambered down the boulder, his betas falling into step behind him──roukan at his right, and kite at his left, both silent sentinels.

Sköll Male//Three Years//Yukon Wolf//Omega @the Pack//Indifferent

The cool greens of summer had slowly begun to fade into the crisp reds of autumn. The leaves had not yet fallen from their branches, but they would, and the wolves had already started to prepare, aware of the cruel bareness of winter that was soon to come. Already, the coal black omega could taste the winter on his tongue, the cool crisp air dancing across his tastebuds like pups playing in the stream. He blinked awkwardly, tilting his head up towards the sky, just now allowing the sun to touch it, leaving hues of purple and pink outlining the mountain range in the far off distance. This was Sköll’s favorite time of day, the time when the sun greeted the wolves and the world awoke. Silent chirps begin to echo, increasing until they became the silent hum on song among the trees. He would soon have to return to the pack, tuck himself back away in his den to insure that he would not be caught awake by the alpha who had, for once, fallen asleep in the night. For several minutes he remained silent, his eyes watching the way the sky changed, twisted in different directions, until at last he forced himself to his paws. With a slight shake of his pelt, his paws began to steadily carry him away towards the pack. His maw split slightly, his tongue lolling out to the side, his ears erect and twitching towards any sound that reached them. This was the time when Sköll lived up to the name of the wolf. He was wild and free, not submitting beneath the whim of others. The scent of his pack, while comforting, also brought great anxiety to the omega, for he was the turn of anger, their irritation and their frustration. He brought peace to the pack but there was no peace for him, and more than ever, he knew there was no peace today. As he made his way through the underbrush, something became oddly clear to him, he had not returned in time. He could hear the sound of wolves shuffling out of their dens, some pacing as if they were awaiting a summoning call, and it wasn’t long until that call reached his sensitive ears. Immediately, his pace quickened and his heart rate rose. He made his way delicately through the thickets until he appeared in the light of the pack, certain that Rodwen had caught sight of him, but he refused to check. His ears found their place tucked against his skull and his tail between his legs. He remained utterly submissive as he slid past several wolves. Many of them turned their narrowed maws to him but no one spoke, and more importantly, no one made an aim to bite or nip. He sighed with relief the moment he reached the outside of his den. Even with the group called and summoned, he would stay at the outskirts, listening from afar. "now this is the law of the forest, as old and as true as the sky. and the wolf that shall keep it may prosper, but the wolf that shall break it must die. as the creeper that girdles the tree trunk, the law runneth forward and back. for the strength of the pack is the wolf, and the strength of the wolf is the pack." The words flowed from his maw like water, so used to repeating the law, but it still seemed to swell in his chest like the very first time he had said it as a pup… of course then he hadn’t realized what being a wolf would be for him, but he didn’t regret where he was in the chain, just hated the irritation that flowed through everyone and onto him, but what could he do? As Rodwen spoke, his ears flicked forward, catching the words that left his maw. Hunting? Extra hunting? It was almost as if he fancied them bears, feasting to bulk up before winter came, hibernate until spring resurfaced. The very thought built a laugh in his chest, yet he bit it back, for the white wolf was wrapping up the meeting and he was sure to be heard if he allowed it to slip. He twitched his tail as the wolves around him began to shuffle, collecting and readying themselves for a hunt. However, Sköll shuffled backwards, watching rather than preparing. Though he joined, he rarely did much more than the pups, only on occasion did he truly play a significant role. There was much excitement stirring between each wolf, as if each one of them assumed they would be getting a large sum of prey today. The excitement was even more present in the young pups, who bounced around one another with pure adrenaline. Soon, their heavy paws and loose skin would grow into their bodies. Their paws would become stable and sure on the hard, stable ground and their pelts would grow taut against their thick muscles. Then they would hunt, they would join the ranks, and they would experience the freedom of being a pack wolf. The thought pleased him even as his eyes met those of the white wolf, Rodwen. He tilted his head towards him slightly, not appearing submissive for the alpha had not approached, but yet they made eye contact.

R O D W E N 4 YRS // ALPHA MALE OF THE PACK // CAMP ; FOREST ; CLEARING ● @ THE PACK, SKOLL ● WORD COUNT : 1,896 ● © ARU FOR TEMPLATE ●

as the white, gray-backed alpha started off down the hill, his murmuring packmates dropping behind him, eager to leave the rocky camp and enter the forest for a day of hunting, he glimpsed a dark shape at the back of the group. the omega. sköll. a happy-go-lucky, clueless sort of wolf who seemed delighted to be at the bottom of the hierarchy and take the brunt of the pack's frustrations──a foolish creature indeed. what sort of animal wanted to endure the nips, the jibes, that being the worst at everything out of everyone in the pack entailed? he is a clod for staying down there, rodwen thought, amber eyes taking in the male's long legs and sleek muscles, hidden beneath a coat of ebony and gray-and-brown sprinkles, but . . . there all the same. there is so much potential in his elegant limbs and frame; if only he recognized his own physicality and was willing to fight for a good place in the pack. instead, sköll chooses to be an omega, a harsh role, and for what reason . . . i couldn't possibly fathom. the proud, handsome young alpha made eye contact with the lowest member of the pack──an apex predator facing off with a bottom feeder──until his baleful stare forced sköll to drop his muzzle. i suppose that is the difference between sköll and i. see, i am willing to fight, willing to make a name for myself . . . whereas he is content, and never strives for anything more. not admirable, and certainly a way to get yourself killed in such a constantly shifting world. rodwen watched him from the front of the pack, about to head down the hill, until, huffing, he swept on, pushing any thought of the runty black wolf to the back of his mind. lowering his head and thrashing his tail as a command to move out, the alpha started down the hill, leaping from rock to rock, scraggly thicket to scraggly thicket. pebbles skittered under paws and fell to the forest floor at the hill's base; claws clicked against frostbitten stone, and wolves panted in exertion as they carefully but quickly maneuvered the scabby landscape. the jagged hill was tinged a beautiful rosy-gold color, and the hue swept over the journeying pack of eleven, illuminating healthy pelts and sleek bodies. the fog around them fell prey to the sun the more they trod and the closer they got to the forest floor, until, eventually, only a few misty wisps remained. the heartbeat rodwen's nimble paws met lush forest floor and left the barrens of the camp behind, he broke into a jog, which in time morphed into a sprint when roukan informed him that everyone had made it down. the forest was shedding its greens and surrendering to the colorful explosions of autumn; some trees were already flaunting bare branches, thus patterning the ground with a patch of orange here, a bit of red there. and some of the familiar burrows that the pack passed had been abandoned or were currently undergoing hibernation preparation. the creatures rodwen and his wolves ran by watched them warily, as if they knew exactly what their motives were. everything seems on edge today, as if the very forest is holding its breath . . . he tried not to think about it too much. instead, rodwen chose to listen to the excited growls and yaps of his charges behind him. they were all darting through the changing, pubescent forest in time with their alpha, tongues lolling, saliva dripping, and paws shushing through vegetation in a steady, drumming rhythm. he snuck a few glances over his shoulder and made out wolves in the throng of blurry legs, wagging tails, and masquerade of pelt colors. there was valkyre, russet body slipping easily through the pack and dodging shrubbery like a sleek salmon in a river; there was lykan, a burly white brute with large, wizened orange eyes; there was elegant and quiet kite, a gray-peppered tan wolf, dropping back to help guide her pups through the forest with sköll. and then there was sköll himself, glancing up at his superior every few moments or so, bright blue eyes clashing against cold amber, even with many a wolf-length separating them. rodwen bristled, wondering if he was questioning his authority . . . but he let it go. why should he care if a lowly omega was ogling him, anyway? ignoring the entire situation──this war between eyes──the alpha thrust up his tail and ushered the pack to a halt. they had reached a small break in the forest: a clearing dotted with wildflowers and a family of elk. rodwen and his wolves dropped to the earth as quickly as stones in a lake, while sköll nudged shunter and marley away and into a rotting, fallen tree. the alpha, deliberating on what to do, watched the elk nibble on the grass and shift nervously. he stood up from his crouch and addressed the wolves hiding behind him or to his sides, all of them thankfully hidden behind clumps of vegetation. "listen up!" he hissed, voice low and curt. "roukan, venice, and lykan will split off from kite, duncan, ashter, valkyre, and i," rodwen proclaimed, specifically choosing the stronger wolves to steer the herd in the lighter-boned, nimbler wolves' direction. "roukan and his group will circle around to the back of the herd. they will flush the elk to my group, and we will be ready to catch one or two as they come by. ready?" in reply, the white wolf's packmates swished their tails and cocked their heads; they bowed and shifted in the undergrowth, panting breaths billowing out in clouds of vapor before their muzzles. without further hesitation, roukan bowed his sleek brown head and licked the muzzles of rodwen and his mate, kite. and then he and the rest of his company leapt off into the underbrush with hardly a sound. the faint patter of their feet on the ground receded as they journeyed around the elk herd, sticking close to the shadows of the forest edge. when they had vanished, rodwen and the remaining wolves took cover too, sliding away from each other to fan out and wait for the other half of the pack to send their meal towards them. rodwen stayed where he was, just swept low to the ground again and crept forward, body and long snout obscured in a thicket; he spread his toes to get a better grip on earth slick with dewy grass and multicolored leaves. all grew quiet and calm, and a familiar feeling enveloped the alpha; he could hear his erratic heartbeat and panting breaths, feel his limbs grow sore the longer he stayed in his current position. the world spun in slow motion around him; yes, he knew what this sensation was. it was his hunter's instinct──a latent thrill lying just beneath his skin──ready to explode within him the moment he plunged teeth into prey . . . the moment he felt hot blood on his maw. it was the hunger for the kill, the hunger to feel the power of the pack as he and his wolves worked as one. one mind, one spirit──all connected. rodwen didn't need to think, he didn't need to say anything, because everyone fit together . . . because everyone had become one. he experienced all of this in a matter of heartbeats, and then the world was zipping back into focus and reality, dragging rodwen out of his trance. he blinked in order to stabilize his mind, then glimpsed the shadows of roukan and the others slipping through the forest behind the elk herd. he bunched his muscles and curled his lips, knowing that the time to slay was near. suddenly, roukan, venice, and lykan burst from the shrubbery into the golden clearing, shadowed bodies breaking into early morning light. they streaked towards the grazing animals like comets, purposefully howling and barking to frighten them; in and out of the herd they went, snapping savagely at the elks' heels to spur them into motion. bellowing screams and the thunder of hooves stamping into the ground flooded the forest. clumps of dirt and grass flew, and the clearing became a whirlwind of snarling wolves and frantic elk on the verge of a stampede . . . right towards the rest of the pack. the leader of the herd──a mighty, elegant bull with a thorny rack of antlers and a thick hide of brown──led the panicked charge towards rodwen and his group. wisps of steam protruded from its nose and slobbery mouth, and its round, terrified black eyes bore into rodwen as it pounded straight for him. the wolf shook his head, wondering why he was being so reluctant, and then he plunged forward to meet the bull, a guttural snarl pealing from his throat and suffocating him of any thoughts. now was not the time to think, but to do. his packmates, growling with their tails streaming out behind them, followed his lead, bounding for the elk also following in their leader's footsteps. screams erupted from the terrified elk, who were now cornered between the wolves; they stabbed at the earth, unsure. rodwen became nothing but his powerful jaws and the roar in his mouth as he ripped across the clearing for the male elk, which had skidded to a stop and now had its head lowered at him. the proud alpha wasn't fazed; he could take the bull down in seconds! only . . . he didn't. while his wolves hindered the cows around him and managed to separate two females from the herd, alpha rodwen faced off against the bull, caught in his mistake. attempting to trick the elk by zigzagging back and forth, the gray-backed brute launched himself at the elk's bowed shoulders after a spirited sprint. but the scarred beast had seen it all before, because before rodwen could land a blow, it twisted its head and knocked him to the ground with its antlers. rodwen let out a cry of pain and shock as he fell, and a sharp gasp fled from his maw when he tumbled to the clearing floor, a mess of limbs. the breath was completely extinguished from his lungs, but still he scrambled, wheezing, to get away before the bull impaled him . . . this can't be happening! he thought, realizing too little too late that his arrogance was about to get him killed. the elk advanced, huffing and snorting, backing the terrified, panting alpha against a tree on the fringe of the clearing. rodwen could see his packmates turning, yelping, and he watched them through fuzzy eyes as they left the female elk and scrambled to save him. but they weren't going to arrive in time, alpha rodwen knew as he slumped against the tree, paws stabbing uselessly at the earth. because the elk was already screeching, rearing back on powerful hind-legs to smash him to smithereens with its hooves. the handsome wolf choked, entangled in fear's mighty hold, gazing up at the last thing he would ever see. death was imminent . . . he was going to die . . . at least, that's what he thought until a dark shape hurtled out of the forest behind him and slammed into the elk.

Sköll Male//Three Years//Yukon Wolf//Omega @the Pack//Interested, Protective

Sköll watched with great interest as the muttering wolves joined together in a formidable tangle of muscle or cunning. Each wolfs tail swayed with an eagerness, excited for the hunt the was coming. He had no qualms about meeting the eyes of the wolves around him, he just simply lowered his head to express his submission but it was different when pale blue eyes caught the cold gray ones of Rodwen. His body stiffened, tail dropping until it tucked itself tightly between his hind legs, his eyes dropping to the frosted ground. He knew the wolf before him did not understand why Sköll remained in his lowly position. He, himself, did not truly understand why he remained as he did sometimes. He was strong, muscular and could make a great hunter. He was by no means the least talented of the pack he just preferred to sit back and watch, though he longed to run with the pack as they hunted. He knew his place well, he eas comfortable in the background of the pack despite the scars that riddled his body, every day reminders of his ranking. Even as the thoughts swam through his mind, a set of powerful jaws turned towards him, landing squarely on his maw. He let out a harsh yelp and fell to the ground as the ebony she wolf, Venice, hovered over him. She said nothing but turned back with excitement towards the pack. It seemed that on occasion, the wolves would turn any stimulus onto the young black wolf with no understand of why they truly did it. Just as he had seen in Venice's eyes, she wasnt sure of why her teeth had suddenly landed on the skin of the peppered wolf, she only knew that she had made a point of dominance and perhaps a little more aggressively than was necessary, expressed her excitement. He shifted slightly against the cool ground and barely moved until the whole pack began to steer themselves into the forest. Kite fell back with her pups, a warm smile spreading delicately across her maw as she turned to Sköll. She often treated him with respect for he was the sitter of her pups and though she could bully him in much the same way the others did, she found that his protection of the pups deserved respect. He blinked fondly at the she wolf, turning his cool, ice gaze back to the front of the pack where once again they met cold gray ones. However, this time, he did not turn away. With his muscles stretching beneath his sleek pelt and his paws moving in sync with the others, he felt comfortable, like he truly belong in the hierarchy of the pack. His ears twitched forward as he turned back towards Shunter and Marley, their clumsy paws making them trip every few steps, causing him to bite back small spurts of laughter. These clumsy pups would one day be as regal and sleek as their mother who trod at their side with sincere Grace. They would one day be as brilliant at hunting and tracking as their father. They would be pack wolves and not just reckless pups. When the pack at last came to a halt, Sköll immediately nudged the pups towards a rotting tree. The tree was placed relatively close to where the final encounters would take place, the perfect viewpoint for young pups learning how to kill. Shunter and Marley, beligerant as ever, mumbled and complained as he nudged them into the crevice of the tree. They watched with wagging tails as the pack deciphered the best way to approach the herd, Rodwen's powerful voice reaching every one of his packmates. Sköll sat elegantely just outside of the small den in the tree and listened with interest. He rarely participated in hunting but he enjoyed watching as everyone found their place. As signs of both affection and respect were exchanged between each wolf, the groups split off and a new energy coursed through the air, it was the purity of the hunt. The thrill of the kill, a tywper of bloodlust if you will. Each wolfs jaw salivated with the prospect of food and the thrill of the chase that settled in every wolves bones. Even Sköll and the pups felt it but a wave of uncertainty washed over the omega as his eyes landed on the leader of the herd. He was bulky and large, dangerous, curved antles resting atop a narrow head and a look of arrogant pride resting in his eyes. He was young and young meant reckless, but he was not to young. As soon as the wolves set on the herd he knew exactly what to do. His sharp, deadly hooves met the rocky terrain with threatening clips as he charged right for the alpha..Rodwen, as normal, went for him but his attempts at confusing the buck were done in vein and as he aimeda blow for the shoulders, the bucks antlers caught him in their deadly clasp and threw him to the ground. A sharp yelp echoed through the air. The pack abandoned their posts, but the herd had moved to far out of reach, they would be of no help to him. Skölls only option was to undermine the alphas unspoken order that he not join the hunt. As Rodwen tucked back into the crook of a tree, Sköll shoved himself up, tail thrashing as an order for the pups to stay put. To scared and unsure, they had no arguements and like lightning the ebony wolf streaked out across the terrain. His paws barely touched the ground, his eyes locking on the neck of the elk just as it raised its forelegs, sharp hooves aimed to Rodwen. Within seconds the black wolfs jaw met the exposed neck of the buck and his knocked him off course. His hooves landed but a foot away from the alpha and suddenly his attention was directed at the omega, but he hd no way to get to him. Teeth firmly latched to the elk's life giving artery, he refused to release. The elk had threatened the alpha... Rodwen. Ice blue eyes momentarily glanced over at thte panting brute as the elk at last began to slow and within second collapse to the ground. He released the creatures neck when its sides stilled and looked down at it in disbelief. Adrenaline pumped through his body and the normally submissive, meek looking wolf now looked massive with his hackles raised and his tail stiff, lips pulled back over his teeth as he snarled detfiantly at the elk. However, as his eyes locked on the alpha his tail dropped and his hackles flattened. Blood dripped from his chin onto the cool ground before him and uncertainty flowed through him. The two held the eye contact until it was broken by a flurry of pelts surrounding their alpha yet not a single wolf turned his way. He turned, sniffing momentarily at the buck before turning away. The pups had slipped the den to join the flurry of relief, leaving Sköll alone at the corner of the field. His should ached as the adrenaline wore off and so he collapsed to the ground in exhaustion, pleased the alpha was safe.