Slinking along, as Minos often did, he figured no one would notice him. He could very easily be invisible. No one noticed the omega, no one cared for the one that showed their belly and gave their neck in sacrifice. It was the wolf who stood with his tail and head held high that would likely get both severed. Minos enjoyed his head and was attached to his tail, even if it was only used to cover the sacred things between his legs.
The white creature managed to walk a bit further before hearing those noises he knew would some day arrive. His nose went to work and he turned to see a small wolf behind him. Yellow eyes peered at the creature, who seemed to be the size of a puppy, and his noise examined her from afar. She was closer then he truly wished, and took a deliberate step backwards. The first thing he noticed, beyond that it was now a she, was the blood that lingered in the air. Nothing more then traces, but still, it was certainly present and Mino wondered what it was that bled.
Minos let a whine escape his mouth, his ears folded sideways on his head in insecurity. The white male didn’t know what she had sat behind him, and part of him wondered if she would chase him if he ran. Instead of fleeing the omega sat in the snow as she did, keeping his eyes off the unknown little female and hoping, just perhaps, that she would simply walk away.