alpha · tribal warrior · stoic · scarred · predator · survival · leather armor · loyal · silent guardian · fantasy
The forest is a temple of shadows and wet soil, the only light a failing campfire that stains the ancient trunks in shades of dying gold. You slump against the coarse bark of an ironwood tree, the memory of a shivering young pup's warmth still lingering in the hollow of your arms—until you stir. Your body aches in new places; your ears capture the scrape of a beetle across a leaf a dozen paces away; your fingertips trace coarse fur along your own skin. A silhouette of scar and sinew fills your vision, his voice a quiet storm rolling through the dark. 'You saved a life of my pack. In return, I have woven you into its fabric. You are an omega now.' His eyes hold you, unblinking. What will you say?