SCREAMING OUT LOUD

Medusa had called, yet again. This time, it was to prove their worthiness of ranks. Tyberius cared little of ranks; he did as he pleased and wasn't inclined to listen to any superior that wasn't his alpha. It could pay for him to be there, just in case he was deemed good enough to be someone else's superior. Internally, he scoffed. Tyberius wasn't sure that he was mentally stable enough to be superior to anyone, even pups.



For all this, he was still here, awaiting instruction. It wasn't as if he had anything better to do with his day except for taunt his packmates and after a while, that grew old. Exploring Alacritis was getting boring as well, so he figured a little bit of competition never hurt.



If he had to hunt to secure himself a place in the pack, he was heading to Seracia. Medusa seemed a fine alpha to terrorize but he would not embarrass himself in front of other wolves. His hunting ability had slightly improved since the first rabbit but not by a considerable amount. No wolf would have any dirt on him. That was tantamount to sin to him, since he was the liar and the know-it-all. No one would know his weaknesses if he could help it.



What am I even here for? he thought darkly, suppressing the urge to roll his eyes. Instead, he contented himself with a flick of the tail and a shifting of weight. Silently, he watched the other wolves who came forward to speak, then his gaze fell on the wolves who did not. He would be one of the quiet ones until asked to speak. There was much information to be gleaned from a conversation he did not participate in.

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