It was the way, for the mother to wish to protect her young. Minos understood that much. She moved towards him, and the omega leaned back. Staying planted in the one place would not bring forth the urge to chase him. She would likely catch him, with the injury that was healing along his limb. Minos didn’t want to leave, anyways. He wanted to meet the newest member of the pack. The pup moved forth, and the while adult moved downward into the snow, his tail wagging with excitement.
The mother’s words rang his previous thoughts true. This was the other half to the alpha pair. A small whine came form is mouth, and lack nose moved forward to greet the pup. Tail waved, brushing against the snow he lay in. The King? It was a fitting name, and if he would have guessed such was the name of his father. Minos did not even know the alpha’s call name. Such a thing was unnecessary information for the beast. He understood how to survive without knowing what the sound of his name felt in his ears or on his tongue. He knew his scent and in the end that was enough.
The pup was beautiful, as all were. Minos found he wanted to be closer and crawled towards him, black nose wishing to touch the newborn pelt. It was obvious that this young wolf had not been born as he had, an omega by genetics. Minos had indeed been born to alpha parents, as was the law of nature. But he still held the weakness that made him want to merely survive and show all others that he was simply lower then dirt.