Snow, again? Minos walked with a hurried pace through the center of the pack’s lands. He was surrounded by structures, buildings of sort that made the wolf uneasy. They were tall, yet not taller then trees as he could measure. The omega had wandered far from his alpha, and had yet to meet any other that followed him. It was odd, for a pack to be so separated. From what his memory could recover the pack was one unit, hunting, feeding, sleeping and playing together. Minos had yet to come to understand what made these lands different then the rest.
A sound in the distance made his thought return to the moment, ears unfolded from their normally backward position and the male wolf stopped to take in the sound. It was difficult to see beyond the houses that sprung from the ground so unnaturally. The canine turned quickly, checking to see if he was being followed. Yellow eyes moved from side to side and once he figured that no one was behind him Minos continued over the soft snow and continued forward with his task at hand.
There were three things that Minos was in charge of. It was a responsibility of each that was bound to the lands and laws of the alpha. The most important was food, something Minos was always on the search for. Ears worked to find those that hid beneath the snow, eyes searched the alleys the buildings created and his nose searched the air and breeze for any notion of something edible. Alive or dead. The second was defense. Secure the borders, defend those that were submissive to the alpha. The third, was to follow, do as they were told. Simple, easy.
Ears fell back to the top of his crown and the white wolf narrowed his eyes as he continued on without either a command to fulfill nor the scent of food on the wind. Minos felt a snarl rise in his narrow chest and his lip twitched at the frustration.