What A Waste!

If there was one thing Amenti would know Tyberius for (other than being a liar and a sneak), it would be that he never stuck around the pack lands for long. He couldn't even stick to the Northern region of Alacritis, let alone the Red Forest. It was just an annoying part of dealing with Tyberius. He came and went as he pleased, feeling himself indispensable to the pack. Medusa would not drop him - so far, he was the only spy the pack had - and for now, she'd have to deal with his disappearing.



He'd wandered even farther from 'home' this time, ending up in the South. The weather here was much different, almost perfect if a wolf liked nice weather. Tyberius wasn't one of those wolves, preferring snow over flowers, but he could deal for now. There was a rather good chance that he would run into his brother in such a lovely place but he gave his sibling no thought at all. It was as if the dark-furred, scarred male had been erased from his mind.



The present was more on his mind than anything else as he limped through the plains. A huff of breath from somewhere on his left surprised him into stopping, and after a few minutes, he decided to investigate. Tyberius would have moved right past the she-wolf if she hadn't crushed something underfoot. From what he could see, there was no prey there. He'd have to assume it was an insect or a flower for now, until he knew better.



Being his usual gentleman-like self, he asked, "What are you doing here?" It was bold and nowhere out of the ordinary for him, although she might be a little taken aback by such a rude greeting. She was probably well-entitled to be where she was but that didn't matter to Tyberius. He was bored and she was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

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