Fenrys - M - Beta Male - Mention(s): /

Fenrys wasn't exactly having a good day. Then again, most days weren't good days anymore in the pack. There were only bad days, and not-so-bad days.

All thanks to the silly wolf that considered himself "Alpha" of their pack.

Honestly, even after careful consideration Fenrys still couldn't understand how he had gained power. Nor could he understand anyone who remotely seemed to like him anymore. It was pretty clear from how Fenrys proceeded to scowl at the Alpha's den that he most clearly disapproved - but he'd never actually done something that he could be demoted for.

Now, that was how he lived his life. Toeing the line of open rebellion and general disdain, with small, petty things. Like now. Scowling at the Alphas den, then proceeding to turn his back on them and wander off. He knew, as Beta he was meant to stick around, support his Alpha for the ceremony.

But could Fenrys bother? Oh no he most definitely could not. In fact, he was looking forward to pissing off his Alpha more. Because what would be the fun in life if he couldn't rebel against what he honsetly felt like a silly Alpha that had far too big ideas?

While Fenrys hadn't had much experience in leadership, he could sense what felt to him as a bad leader. And oh, that was one rotten egg indeed he was sensing.

Fenrys did not agree with him. Simple. An overdominant, all-powerful wolf that seemed set on supression. His ideas may have been somewhat valid, but his actions? Nope. At least, that was Fenrys's point of view.

Deliberately avoiding anyone else as he picked his way out of the den sites, he decided to silently stalk everyone else. While he may have been not-so-silently opposed to their Alpha, he couldn't say for everyone else in the pack.

His mate felt otherwise, after all. And Fenrys, for all his hatred for the Alpha, didn't know what to do about that.

Where did it put him? And what did it mean for them? Fenrys couldn't figure it out, and while he might have desperately hoped that it didn't end up him on one side and his mate on the other... he didn't know at this point. He couldn't tell what it meant... and that meant he wasn't as vehemently opposed as he would have wanted.

Because if they... no. Fenrys didn't want to think about it. No he did not.

But that didn't mean it wouldn't bite him in the back later.

(Please don't bother matching my wordcount. I got a bit too excited >.>)

Timber - Male - Apprentice - Mentions: Fenrys, Open

Timber turned over, the morning light of the sun reaching through the leafy roof of the apprentice's cave. He rolledto his side, then grunted. He didn't want to wake up, though he imagined that Fenrys had a load of stupid and difficult chores planned for the day. Why can't he be a normal mentor, one that is happy all the time and actually lets me do cool stuff?? Timber sat up, blinking the last of sleep from his eyes. If he wasn't going to wake himself up, someone else would. He crawled out of the small cave, noticing his mentor in the clearing.

"Morning, Fenrys." Timber called quietly over to his mentor as he trotted over. "What have you got planned for me today?" His voice flat, Timber let his thoughts trail. Alpha must have something planned. He's been hiding something forever, everyone can see it. I bet It's not good, either. Maybe something about expanding teritory or how we must rule the whole forest.

He looked up from his thoughts, letting the sun warm his pelt. The morning was early, the sun barely above the horizon. He liked waking up before the others. He didn't like to talk much, only when he needed to. He looked out into the forest, nose twitching for any signs of prey outside the camp.