SSWM - 334
He hurt. The pain of his aching muscle, his torn and cut skin radiated through his form even as he slept. Died blood still lingered on his once pure pelt, but Minos felt no urge to clean those places that hurt so badly at the touch. Ears moved with the sounds that came upon the wind, drifting lightly through the dusk and lingering in his tired mind. Yellow eyes opened, and though he did not favor moving, the beast did. He had been told, and so the male gathered his ragged and beaten body and took to the path that he hoped would lead him to the creature that called.
It was an alpha unlike anything Minos could begin to understand. The large brown brute was normal, or it had seemed. Brutal in his ways and angry in his voice but Mino expected that feared and respected it. It was the wound his suffered, the one that was to change and better him. It was confusing, but in the end only physical, just as the wounds from the coyote trespassers. All would heal. The canine moved in a trot, coming to the scent of gathered beasts and slowing at the sight of them.
The omega understood his place, and rather then suffering at the hands of the odd creatures he shared him home with the male lingered on the outskirts of the forming circle. Their leader stood in the center, power and fearlessness emitting from his battle scarred form. Yellow eyes stole only small glanced at the other beasts, and he sat without giving a greeting to anyone. Wishing to be invisible to those that he could not fight against, Minos said nothing looked at no one and sat alone. The thought that he had gone up against the intruders, to think that he was part of a war much larger then just the wolves of his pack was beyond his realm of thought. His alpha had called, and the white wolf had followed.