Yellow eyes did not wander the creatures that approach and surrounded their leader. They drifted only to and from the ground at his toes and the ground that led to the alpha's paws. Each time he thought of looking the blue eyed beast in the face he lost the courage, fearing that all of the wolves that surrounded him would oblige the leader and showing Minos where his place was. But his nose worked the crowd, sniffing out those around him especially any females that sat close and wondering who each were. But such a thing matter little when the gathering can to an open. And it wasn't until his voice rang that the omega took the chance and looked to the beast who had demanded their audience.
His words rang, louder then any voice that could be drawn from a wolf's mouth, holding a tone more profound and at the same instance more frightening then any else Minos had found in his life. The white beasts head rose an inch, looking at the face and seeing the new scars, but when the blue eyes came to settle upon him it feel back towards the ground and stayed there. The notion was war was unknown to the male, for he saw nothing at the moment that caused his will to fight to blossom. The past was dieing as his wounds healed, and the future could not be seeing beyond his hungry stomach. But he did not question, nor did he think another thought as the others gave their voices to the wind and hailed the cause that the white creature had already begun to fight for.