Frosty Beginnings

His ears lifted at the call a rabbit held firmly in his jaws as he moved through the pines toward the den he and paradise had chosen for themselves and their children. He had yet to acquaint himself with anyone in the pack that he hadn’t already known but thought that now would be as good a time as any to rectify that. He stashed the rabbit cautiously and moved toward the black male with his head raised and his eyes alert, carrying himself with the cadence of a king as he hadn’t done in so long.

“Greetings.” He spoke softly, tipping his head slightly in a show of respect.  Even as a king small pleasantries hadn’t been lost on him; he still greeted everyone properly unless they were openly rude to him, but his posture remained one of confidence and dominance.

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