A Chance At A New Life

Laxton eyed her, confued when she rejected hi meal offer. Maybe she already had a mate, in which case, he understood, she wouldn't want to return, giving the male the wrong idea. He walked back up to the deer and began eating again. "That's exactly why I came here, the peace and quiet. No other wolves to back stab me and make me feel like I don't belong, forcing me to be a beta," he said, the last word coming out as a vicious snarl rather than something he was just saying like when he first started talking. He was obviously quite bitter about his history with a previous pack. "Being alone sadly works better. No one thinking they're better than me, or that I can't contribute, just because they felt there was no place in the pack for me," he keeps venting as he eats the deer. Whether he would admit it or not he was actually starting to feel better, letting out his bottled up aggression, even if it was to some stranger who, by some strange chance, showed up on this isolated island.