Key on a Kite String

Tyranis wheeled around, his head just barely poking out of the snow. At first he didn’t see the woman at all, just two violet gems in a sea of white. His eyes adjusted and he realized what he was looking at was a woman. For his entire life white wolves had always been good to him if not exemplary; his mother was sort-of white, Bass was white, Cloud- who he considered his only tolerable sibling- was white, and Vali who he had only met briefly was also white. So of course it stood to reason that this woman couldn’t be bad simply because her fur was white. It was also for that reason that he was so willing to excuse being called a “kid”, he was after all six months old. “I wasn’t playing.” He said adamantly. “I’m gonna be the Primo one day, and I was marking my pack’s territory.” He proclaimed, raising his head with a small swell of pride.

He didn’t recognize the woman, but he hadn’t recognized Brandr either and he had turned out to be the lead hunter. He supposed she could have been new but another far more exciting thought came to his mind; What if she was looking for a pack, and he, the next Primo of Abaven, convinced her to join? He had no doubt that Bass would be so proud that he made him Erede on the spot or maybe even… hand him the position as Primo directly. His tail wagged feverishly, emboldened by the thought, he simply had to get her to join, and he would do anything to make that happen. "Hey uh...Are you looking for someone?" he asked, hopeful that her answer would be no and that she wasn't already a member of the pack

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