Night
The male walked along the pack’s border, slow in his pace. The past few days had been meaningless, except perhaps when he had eaten. Such time were always memorable and he even found himself smiling. But the white beast still looked for his shelter, as those had been the two primary things that Minos has joined that pack for. It wasn’t that the wolf had sought the sanctuary of the kind beasts that lived here. No, the canine had only met the alpha and he was ruthless. Ruthless in the way he scared the lean light male. But there was a compassion there, in the sickest of ways. Mino saw the acceptance in the blue eyes, as well as a thin film of disgust when he had looked through his thin skin. Alabaster wolf was not one that thought deeply on how others might perceive him, he knew all to well how to be the follower. What else did another wolf hope for, but a compliant follower?
Minos slunk through the field that the tree line opened up to, nose to the ground or up in the air to catch the tail end of a passing breeze. Yellow eyes look briefly at the cloud cover, finding it neither pleasurable or distained. They were simply clouds. The sun might come out again, and Mino could not expel the energy to care. Or course he would rather be warm, then running through belly deep snow, but his preference ended there. He looked out into the distance, searching still some sort of room to be laid over his head. As always he worried that he might come across another, other then his alpha. He did not enjoy the surprise of guess what sort of mood the higher-ranking members would be in. Ears waved to and fro, searching for anything his nose could not find.