The boy would never pass up an opportunity to express anti-pack rhetoric. As soon the question came out of her mouth, he was animated and expressive. “Been a lone wolf my entire life.” His tone wasn’t too proud, not quite bragging, but it was clear he enjoyed this question more than any others. It was more than small talk to him, it was something he was genuinely interested in discussing. “Considered joining a pack here, couldn’t bite the bullet.” Submission was a serious commitment, one he wasn’t ready to make. Maybe not one he would ever make. Exposing his stomach to another leader, licking their manes and waiting to eat seemed like a nightmare brought to life. He had never had to do that in his life, why start now? Recently the idea of claiming his own territory had floated around in his mind. He was not the wisest most experienced wolf, nor was he the strongest and most suited to lead- but it wouldn’t stop him if he set his mind to it. He was possession, impulsive, charismatic. He would let his friends live within the borders of their sanctuary and wander when they desired to. It seemed like the best of both worlds. Was he ready for it? No.
He was too young and reckless to even fully understand what leading a pack meant. He simply didn’t see it that way. He wouldn’t see himself as anything more than a puppeteer, someone to put the pieces together and hope it works. He assumed it was as easy as scent marking the trees you wanted and chasing anyone who crossed it out. “Do you plan on staying a lone wolf?”