Absolutely Pished

Ruthgar found himself concerned with his place in The Crew. He could tell the bare minimum about the weather by reading the signs of a coming storm but did little to contribute to the pack as a whole. He needed to find some common ground with them, and more specifically, earn the respect of the “Boss” as he called himself. Secretly he longed for his former rank as a beta although he hadn’t done much with the rank before other than bed the co-alpha of another pack. But that was all in the past now, and he needed to move on. Crew was his priority now and he needed to remain focused. It was only by sheer dumb luck that the pack that had driven him out of hiding belong to a band of miscreants and trouble makers, and despite Orsus’s constant attempts to reshape him into a civil wolf, a miscreant and a trouble maker was what he had been born as. He trotted along the edge of the rapids hoping to find a simple way across to move deeper into the pack lands but so far had come up short. He was, unfortunately very ungraceful for a wolf as finely shaped as himself and anything short of a downed tree would mean death by rapids. He would have to find another way across. Or maybe he could find a member of this pack to show him the way. He chuckled at that thought

This is him talking