Tharin lifted his head as a female approached him. She was old, with scars marking her body. Her eyes were still sharp though, and Tharin thought that she would live for a time yet before death came to claim her. She had pride in her step, but still managed to be respectful to him. That was good. He had enough dealing with those who chose to disrespect him, and was willing to strike back to those who misbehaved. The slight resentment in her eyes for the submission was ignored, sniffing her and catching Zalen's scent. She must have been just recently accepted.
Hello elder. I'm Tharin, a gamma for the pack. You've chosen a rough time to join the pack. We're still recovering from the storm. Tharin's words were frank, sniffing at her body before nudging her gently. His own posture was dominant, with his tail high behind him and his ears pricked forward. He didn't want to leave any room for doubt that he didn't earn his rank, and could hold it. He didn't recognize her, and didn't even know that she'd been in the pack before. He simply thought she was an elder looking for a place to die in peace.
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