The sable Beta had had a long day, she had been overseeing the cleaning out of the den, making sure that it was neat and fit to be slept in, clearing out the bones of carcasses that had been brought into the den and the like. But now she was out for one of her usual strolls around the lands, something which she did often, she was a creature of habit and she liked her evening walks where she would scout the borders, making sure that the scent markers were in place and lining the borders with small stones in places where they were not so obvious, allowing Zalen or young Titania to scent them when they came to them. Soran had never been overtly territorial until the war in Crimson Dreams, that had changed everything for the dark pelted matriarch, now she saw territory as one of the most important things a pack could have, something that should be defended and monitored on a daily basis. So she had finished her rounds of the lands for the night and was heading back to the den, back to the place where she slept with her adoptive son and daughter-in-law and her beloved Deuce; who she would shift specially for, just so that she could tuck the pale beauty in within her limbs and snuggle against her; but these thoughts were disturbed by other voices. There was a snarl and for a moment the dark female's ears flattened against her skull, was something terrible happening? But soon enough she caught two familiar scents, her stepson and current Omega Noah's and the pale male Shandom, who she had met previously at the pack meeting, something which seemed to be an age ago. The sable female's ears quickly returned to their usual position and she quickened her pace, the limp which had been present when she had arrived here was all but gone now, only the occasional slip making it painful, but the dark female moved through the small layer of snow with her usual huntress' grace. Soon enough she arrived at the scene, to see what seemed to be a newcomer; clearly a pack member, but young and inexperienced and very new to the lands being chastised by Shandom for feeding Noah. The dark female shifted her body into a shape of authority, her dark tail held high and her ears erect as she walked into the area.
The Beta padded slowly, her heart breaking for her silver pelted stepson who seemed to have failed in his mother's eyes, to the sable Beta he would always be capable of wonder, but Deuce had taken a hard route when disciplining him this time. As the ebony pelted matriarch arrived she let out a sharp snarl, showing that she was the dominant one here and that she would not be taken lightly.
"Shandom, can you not see that this girl has disposed of her meal, choosing that she is too full to eat it?" The dark lady snapped, looking at the pale male.
"There is no rule against Noah, our Omega, scavenging discarded food, the only issue would be if it were a gift, but clearly it is not." Soran paused and winked at Ciara with these words, showing that she knew just what she was up to, but that she was willing to let it slide this time.
"Besides, what good is he to the pack if he starves to death? Hardly a good invitation for newcomers or for anyone that attempts to take these lands by force, they will assume that we are not competent enough even to feed our own." She finished, before softening once more, her face changing, her stance becoming less dominant, showing that she wished less submission from those below her in the ranks.
"It is good to see you again Shandom, I am sorry if you feel that I have scolded you, I just felt it was best to get this situation cleared up as soon as possible. And welcome to you newcomer," here the dark female turned to Ciara, "as you have been told Noah is currently the Omega and so is not allowed to sleep inside, nor eat with us, it would do you well not to integrate with him too heavily until he has once again proved himself to be useful to us. I am Soran Aatte, I am your Beta wolf here." The sable female smiled as she introduced herself, maintaining her stance of dominance, although the motherly female had much softened it, she did not want to scare the young girl. Finally the dark female turned, "greetings to you as well Noah, I trust that you will eat your fill of this discarded meal and then take your place away from the bed chambers." She spoke these words firmly as she looked at the pale silver male, though it was clear that the Beta's heart was not in it, after all he was her stepson and she loved him dearly; just to have Deuce's blood running in his veins was enough for her to love him as hopelessly as she did her own children, no matter what crimes they committed. Still she had to uphold the law, and she knew he had broken it most terribly, she was the Beta and she had to stay a figure of law in these lands, even if it hurt her to do so, she had to remind herself what troubles he might have caused whenever she looked at him, that way she could easily chastise him.
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