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Setting: Heavy snow, 30F/-1C, evening of 3.31
Word Count: 286
Roose didn’t like to think of himself as old, but he had to admit he wasn’t young anymore. The cold made his joints ache, though he could usually ignore it. Tonight however, he found himself trudging through the heavily falling snow to reach the warmth of the pack den. Once he reached the top of the monadnock, however, he turned aside and headed for the edge, gazing out over the tundra.
Visibility was low, but he liked coming here to think. He settled on his haunches, fluffing up his fur to help keep him warm as he stared moodily into the empty space. He was not pleased with the arrangement of the pack. Once he had been a beta. The older man wasn’t ambitious – it had been why he’d left his original pack to begin with – but ranking lower than that man irked him. While the Morelli man had been around more than Roose, it still rankled. He was too old to battle for a respectable position, so he supposed he would just have to earn it.
He had given good thought to following Craw, who had gone after Morganna and their children. But he was too different; not the same man that Roose had lost. Not only that, but Morelli was here, and that meant trouble would be coming. He liked Wraith and his new mate. He also detested Morelli. He wasn’t about to let the trouble the other man could muster harm the new ruling pair.
So he’d offered them his loyalty. He needed a new family. He could teach the young ones that were coming; who knows, he might even find a new protégé to adopt. He supposed he would have to see.
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