I am (Severus)

[Stark]

Stark placed one brown hued paw down into the edge of the massive expanse of a cave opening. The slightly moist floor made him shiver for a brief moment. The feeling was alien to him but none the less he shoved it from his mind. Not that it was hard for one with as much mental capacity as he had, similar to the size comparison between his own physical form and the cave he now stood in the maw of. The ability to toss the thought and bother of it back into the recess of his mind was a simple thing. The complicated thing was making sure to not cause issue with his pack, his intellect was more than intimidating enough for those of a smaller intellect than his own. Let alone mix that with his well balanced roguish humor and stunning good looks one would almost assume that others would naturally bow to his amazing presence. Sadly it seemed to make those of lesser natures annoyed and in time angry.

Severus however had been an interesting twist in Stark's story. The calm wolf had accepted him in time, though maybe never completely came to trust Stark. To be fair when anyone tried to measure themselves against such a high pillar it was no wonder as to why they would possibly be wary of him. His own perfection aside Stark did give the smaller wolf a measure of respect. He had eventually deemed Severus' pack as worthy enough for his presence. Instead of allowing himself to immediately shoot to the top of the pack he had chosen to instead stay among the more plebeian wolves as a simple warrior. Once he was more sure of his place and the temperaments of the wolves he had surrounded himself with he would make his move.

He had no actual intent to supplant Severus instead choosing to look towards possibly serving instead as a beta or maybe even just the lead warrior. What would come would come. This was a fact that Stark was abundantly aware of. A small seed of rage of the betrayal he had faced in his family pack still burned inside of him. One perfect lip rolled back baring a shining fang for a moment as he allowed the emotion and thought to grow. Just as quickly the silent snarl was stopped and the lip slid back down. He turned back away from the cave looking at the surrounding areas letting his piercing blue eyes gather data and information about the lay out before turning back to the cave. His eyes rapidly adjusted back towards staring into the cave, as they did he took a measure of the caves angle as well as the moisture built up. One paw clenched slightly digging his claws into the stone getting a feel for the grip of it.

All of this information built a picture in his mind. In just those few brief moments was all it took for him to begin to understand the land. How it moved and how it could be used for either defense or in an offensive situation. This was what Stark truly excelled at more than any single other thing. This ability to pull in the sensory data and understand it at a deep level and put it together to keep a perfect mental map was truly astonishing. He had become a warrior of more than his fair share of repute for a variety of reasons. The tool that allowed him that was this, instinctive mapping. He had no better name for the mental ability he possessed beyond that. He knew where to put his paw, where to direct his allies, how best to use the land as a weapon. Like his claws, fangs, or strength he could even turn the land into a part of himself to wield.

He extended his muzzle out slightly taking a deep whiff of the musty smells coming from inside of the cave. Stark was still not sure entirely if it was a good idea for a pack to live in or even this close to a cave but as of now he was not the one calling the shots. He would follow his leader as it was necessary and the only time he would willingly disobey would be in battle. Stark knew his experience and ability and in a fight would bow his head to no one. In all other things he had no issue with letting Severus define the packs path. No need for Stark to take all the spotlight.

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[Severus]

The ebony and ivory Tundra brute was just coming back from one of his training sessions with his daughter. It turned out that Wraith aspired to be a warrior which made a glowing smile appear on his maw when he first found out. The alpha himself was a warrior at one point, in fact, he was Ultoris’s warrior when the pack first formed and held that position for a good few months until he stepped up and became the new alpha of Ultoris. Severus had the knowledge and the skills of what it took to be a warrior and he was more than happy to pass all of that down to Wraith. The two of them have only had a couple of training sessions so far, but the brute’s daughter showed a lot of potential making Severus a very proud father.

Upon nearing the Selunari Expanse, a scent of another wolf entered the alpha’s nostrils. Though he had only encountered this wolf a couple times, he knew that the scent belonged to Stark, one of Ultoris’s newest members. Stark was a brute that was a good bit bigger than Severus himself and he had an odd masked marking in his face. The alpha had run into male one day and after some small talk, Severus decided that Stark would be a perfect fit for his pack and invited him to join Ultoris as a warrior. Stark was very intelligent and able to look at the big picture and analyze every single item in it, which Severus found to be impressive. However, the brute did have some bad qualities to him and the main one was his ego. Stark had the biggest ego that Severus had ever seen and was the first wolf he had met that was narcissistic. Because of this flaw in the new warrior’s personality, Severus was still not extremely fond of him like he was of the other members, but Stark’s brute force and intelligence was a major asset to the pack, so Severus would just have to learn to deal with it.

When Severus reached the mouth of the cave, the large figure of the warrior came into the view of his brown orbs. It looked as if Stark was glancing around at his surroundings, as if surveying the area or something of the like. Though Severus was always wary of conversing with Stark due to his annoying habits, this would give the alpha the perfect opportunity to get to know the male. Plus, Severus was the alpha and it was his job to get to know all of the wolves he ruled over whether he liked it or not.

“Good evening, Stark,” Severus said as a greeting with a polite nod in the direction of the warrior.

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