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PLOT SUMMARY:

A lone wolf comes across a pack. Standard stuff, right?

The pack's Alpha is really abusive - impulsive, frequently lashes out at anyone, extremely biased in decisions, you get the idea. Resultantly, many wolves actually capable of things are relegated to the lowest roles - omegas, etc. Sometimes, they legitimately starve to death as the Alpha refuses to give them food.

One of our protagonists are said wolf. Omega, lowest ranking possible, despite actually being capable.

When our loner wolf comes across this pack, it's hierarchy, and everything horrific about it that the pack has gotten used to, what's to say what they wouldn't do?

Here's the characters:

Name - Ada (Short for Adalwolfa, German translation for “Noble She Wolf”)

Age - 3

Gender - Female

Rank - Omega

Desired Rank - Alpha

Scent - Fresh Cut Pine

Loyalty to the Alpha - Ada’s alpha is, in her opinion, the most foul, loathsome, abusive animal in the world. She has no loyalty to him and hopes to be the one to end his reign of terror, or his life. Either works for her.

Appearance - She has rather short fine fur that’s a rusty brown on her chest and ears with gray and white on her snout and tail tip. The rest of her body is dark black with her under belly being a salt and pepper color. Her muscular legs and body are so long they almost seem stretched. Her face is round with fluff, complemented by her long snout. A chunk of her left ear is missing and scars mark her legs, neck and snout.

Personality - Ada gets extremely frustrated when others try to help her or do things for her. She likes to spend time alone, and finds herself going on long runs often. She likes things to be particular, and if they're not, then it’s a problem. Long years of being raised in a bad pack have thickened her skin and built walls around her heart and mind. Ada has learned to be quiet and put up with the bites of others; whether verbal or physical.

Strengths

- Love. Once upon a time Ada had a lover, and their bond was stronger than the mountains. Maybe one day she will be able to take down her walls.

- Hunting. Ada has always been a good hunter, ever since she was a few months old and she was forced to hunt for herself. Her nose and ears have been trained well by long nights of starving.

- Swimming. Occasionally she would have to fish for herself, and this adapted her legs and body well for moving quickly across swift rivers.

Weaknesses

- OCD. Ada has serious trouble accepting the fact that wolves will be wolves, and they will be out of order. She gets super overwhelmed with constant loud noises, and struggles a lot with things being messy or disorganized.

- Her Past. Anytime Ada looks back on what she's done and been through, she shudders at the thought of having to ever go back to her traumatic past.

Mate - There was a day that Ada thought she would have pups. That story ended in the worst of ways.

Well, now we shall start.

Ada was fuming. Of course there had to be a rebellious young wolf, no older than a year, who had tried to run off. She had tried to stop him, but being arrogant and saying that an Omega had no authority over him, he had run off and hadn't been back before nightfall. The stupid Alpha had a curfew and any wolf that wasn't in their sleeping spot in time would be hunted down and punished. If it was a normal pack, the punishment would probably only be that the wolf had to help the Omega clean out dens or something. Not that a normal pack would have a curfew. Ada thought, annoyed. But her pack wasn't a normal pack. If a wolf tried to leave the pack, they'd have an ear bitten off. If they challenged a wolf for their rank, they'd end up in an unfair fight, three against one. But the worst punishment of all, was not being back before dark. If anyone caught a wolf out of the den boundaries past sunset, they'd have a real hard time surviving when they got back. The Alpha, (They were forced to call him "Master" or "Alpha" all the time and no one knew his real name.) would hold a fight circle. The accused wolf would be in the middle of a ring of wolves and each wolf would, in turn, take a moment to fight the wolf in the middle. If any wolf hesitated to hurt the wolf in the middle, they would have to join in on being bit and taunted. In this way of punishment, Alpha had ensured that none of the pack cared for or trusted each other.

The young wolf who had tried to escape was called Axe. Axe had explained to Ada how, if he ran away, he could run far enough to have his own life, and own pack. He hardly made it a couple miles from the main den before Alpha's most ruthless cronies caught up to him. Just like Ada had told him they would. Axe hadn't made it through the night of the fight circle. Which was the only reason that Ada hadn't ran away a long time ago, she would die too.

Nikolai didn't have much to do, really.

Wandering the forest - as a loner like him would do - idly sustaining himself and only himself, without a need to be the older brother to some of his family, and haveing accepted that he'd leave to find greater things - it wasn't really what he had anticipated, but it was a thing nonetheless.

He'd found a stream earlier, and taken the time to sniff around for some wolf scents before splashing around in the stream just for the fun of it. Nothing wrong with enjoying himself, and there was precious little else for him to do other than catch the occassional rabbit that he didn't need to share with his younger siblings for once, or sniff around to see if anything had changed.

But it hadn't. Day after day of sniffing around and finding nothing - yet. He still held hope, as a loner wolf like him would.

He hadn't really known what to expect from leaving his pack and going to find another to join. True, there were some in his pack who had done the same, but it was more of an instinct for him to follow rather than a conscious choice.

He was still soaking wet, and relieved of the itchiness after splashing around in the stream, when he finally detected something in the air.

Yeah, that was definitely a wolf. Of sorts. Definitely not one that he had smelled before.

Idly, he wondered how far he had gone. His pack was... maybe fifteen days or so behind him? He wasn't counting, and had never planned to count. But here he was... and there was definitely a wolf smell ahead of him.

Actually, no. More than one. One smelled like desperation, fear, and cranberries. The others smelled like powerful brutes, and Nikolai instinctively tensed as he smelt them. Cruelty mixed with obedience and passion for whatever they were doing. Definitely not wolves to be messed with.

But... who was the other scent though? Nikolai's natural curiosity was aroused as he made one of his famous snap decisions. Rather than continue on his way, looking for the scent that he wanted, he decided to follow the scent of the desperate wolf and what smelt like enforcers. Because at least, it'd break the monotony. Maybe he'd also see what this was about, too.