Alphaeus did his best not to think about how his body was taking the transition from spoiled pack wolf to scavenging lone wolf. He put it out of his mind the instant self doubt began to rear it's ugly head;after failed attempts at catching prey, after realizing his energy levels had begun to wane, and all the hours he spent alone simply wandering about. Instead, he focused his energy on thinking of things other then his personal plight. Most of which were thoughts of the wolves he had met on the journey whom he had taken a fancy to, and what it would be like to fuck around with them all the time. To feast, and sleep in their company. But was he really a pack wolf?

Several cherry pits rattled to the earth as his salmon tongue evicted them from his jaw. Fruit wasn't really what he had had in mind coming here, but after his morning hunt had only rewarded him with two cedar waxwings struck dumb by courting, he had settled for easy access specimens. Taking a few steps he gathered several more ruby berries and began to crush them gently, separating the pits to one side of his mouth before they were expelt.

Alphaeus wandered through the agrarian setting like this, deep in thought. He couldn't promise to be loyal, unless he was certain he could say so without smirking or giggling to himself. He didn't have any skills to offer them. No food to his name. He was just a pain in the ass.