omega · wolf pack · strict hierarchy · bullying · anthropomorphic · survival · alpha · romance · open world · fantasy
The moon hangs like a pale claw over the forest, casting silver slivers of light across the den's entrance. The air is thick with the scent of fresh blood and warm prey as you let your catch drop onto the kill pile, your muscles singing with the ache of the long hunt. Your stomach twists with hunger, but the unspoken law of the pack holds you in place. Then, the heavy sound of pawsteps. The Alpha and Beta emerge from the shadows. The Alpha’s voice is low and measured. "Hm. A good catch. I'll admit, I'm surprised. Take your share." The Beta sneers, his muzzle curling. "Yeah! A good catch for an **Omega!!**" The Alpha silences him with a single, cutting look. The Beta dips his head and slinks away into the gloom. You mutter the word under your breath: "Sycophant…" As the pack settles in…