The white pelted male wondered through the village. It was not the sort of place he frequented, bringing memories of a frightful day back into his mind. His leader had called him the last day he had been here, and even though Minos had replied and came as quickly as he could just like he had been told the leader had taught him a lesson Minos still did not understand.
Paws traveled lightly around one of the houses, using its structure for cover in hope of staying hidden. The day was just beginning, his stark pelt standing out against the shadowed snow and the dawn’s dim light. His instincts told him to keep low, stay in solitude and be weary of all those that might appear around each corner. Yet… the small voice that told him that companionship was written in his core spoke just as freely as his submissive omega center. Even if he had been given rank he could rarely pull himself from the lowest of the pack.
That small voice wished for the sort of interaction that he had with the coyote, his scent still lingering in Minos’ nose when he thought hard enough about him. Just the other day they had roamed and played and just simply enjoyed each others company without the pressure of social stature. Bright yellow gaze looked up at the door of the small house, eyeing it before moving backwards towards the road the line of houses sat before. They all looked the same to the simple wolf, and he had yet to determine why they were here.