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"True" the guy said, and then nothing. Chaos squinted his eyes at the other male, waiting for him to say... well, just about anything really. For the first time in his rather short career as an alpha Chaos found his impatience at odds with his sense of responsibility for the pack. He knew he should make the effort to touch base with each of his wolves and make sure they had what they needed to be happy, make sure they were in peak condition. He'd watched his father do the same, letting them mostly go their own way but keeping an eye on them and checking in on them on an individual basis. He knew it was what an alpha should do and he was happy to do it but... fuck if this guy made that easy on him. His striped tail twitched impatiently against the snowy rock as he begrudgingly took it on himself to shove the deflated conversation back into gear.

He touched his tongue to his heavy incisors, sitting up slightly from his lazy sprawl, and eyed Ruthgar. "So how has Crew been for you? Anything you need? Training or something like that? Fuck knows I'm no scout but if you need me to I can kidnap you a navigator-type or something to train you up."