We're Really Bad Eggs

Eura shivered and buried her fleshy paws into his fur as Rogdar crossed over the glacial landscape, his head lowered and his expression one of determination. Careful to avoid stepping too far into the pack’s territory the slate male lifted his head in a low howl, calling to be met by the alpha. Amos had gone and joined a pack like their father and that was just fine. He would join a pack too, but a better pack, a stronger pack! As his thoughts raced his body began to lean dangerously to the side until he spilled onto the icy floor. He scrambled back to his feet, glancing around to make sure no one had seen him and decided to sit while he waited to be met. He huffed a breath experimentally then sniffed it, testing for the smell of alcohol on his breath. He glanced at Eura who looked back at him disapprovingly. Maybe the leader wouldn’t notice. He straightened slightly. This was going to work.

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