SSWM - 357
What a simple task, Minos had never known something so easy before. To think, he had worried where his meal would come, and now just a moment later the answer was given and the problem solved. Shelter too, provided by the blue eyes that burned against his thin skin and the hard voce was made his ear fall backwards in submission. Still, Mino figured it was be easy to follow the large male, who’s size would make it easy to catch among the wood and hard to loose in the thick trees. Paws began to move forward, head tilted and low. With the new found acceptance the white furred male came forth with the stance that any follower would be wise to learn and perfect. Hind legs were spread wide to offer his belly to the shit snow and his tail hook between them. His nose rose only so that his tongue might graze across the chin of the alpha. Acceptance, it was the one things he wished for now, masking the chill in his bones and the hunger that had settled deeply into his stomach.
Minos had a past; long ago where things happened to make him the omega. Or perhaps it was simply his birthright. Maybe he had been born without the ability to perceive the future, or to learn from the past. What ever the problem was with the newest member of the pack that yet to be named in his mind, and was led by a male that knew more of him (simply by being given the name Minos) then the yellow eyes wolf understood of his alpha. Yet, Minos saw no folly in the lack of things to call places and wolves. He would know then my smell, like the musky metallic that he found rolling off the form of his alpha, and the area that smelt of him and the mixture of female and male wolf. As was all of his kind, right beside the lowly genes that created his low ranking being the instincts of pack policy had been threaded into each fiber of his form.
It would be simple.