Oh how the mighty have fallen. It was a common saying, yet suitable whenever someone who once held great power was brought to the ground.<br/><br/>At one point he had been a powerful leader of a small yet powerful pack for a good six years or so. He ruled his pack with an iron fist, even after he had been chased of the city by a rival pack and forced to live in the forest several miles away. Eventually he had won the city back and kept it for good after a little negotiation so to speak. Life was grand. He had everything he wanted and more and could not ask for anything elseâ€¦ but there were a few members who did not agree with his ways including his own son. His reign has Alpha had ended when another pack came in and claimed the territory for their own, taking over the pack and agreeing that he should be forced to step down from his position as Alpha and let a new generation take over. Mostly the pack really did not have a say in that matter since they just showed up and began barking orders and he had been no match for them. After that he had stayed with the pack for awhileâ€¦ until new Alpha had convinced the pack to turn against him.<br/><br/>The snow crunched softly as his paws sank into it with each step he took. Konrad was running as fast as he could to get away from a few members of his old pack that were close behind him to the point where he could almost hear their panting. Where he was running to, he wasnâ€™t sure, but he knew he had to get out of there before they killed him. Originally it had not been a rule to kill those sent into exile, the new Alpha decided that it was a good rule to keep everyone in line, though chasing them away in a cruel way has always been. Maybe leaving was for the better in the end. As much as he loved the pack he knew he would not be welcome long. They probably thought him to be an incompetent leader in spite of him being able to keep the pack together for a long time. It pained him that those he one trusted, once called family were now chasing him, baring their fangs maliciously.<br/><br/>Ducking under a tree, he felt himself stagger a bit and then a form dropped onto him from above. A wolf known as Sigmund sank his fangs into his neck; the wolf use to be his most trusted Beta. As he fell to the ground he yelped out in pain, pinned beneath the white wolf. The loud growl that followed after would mean nothing to human ears but to the animals in the forest it was the beginning signs of a fight beginning to break out. The large brown wolf and the smaller white wolf locked eyes and circled each other for awhile until a black wolf finally emerged from the forest before the hostility escalated; the new Alpha of the pack. The Alpha stood triumphantly with his head held high and smirked at Konrad, the smirk slowly transforming into a wolfish grin. No words were exchanged, the looks he received from the others were clear enough: do not return to this territory ever again.<br/><br/>Being as stubborn as he was every part of him wanted to fight back and reclaim what was rightfully his. How dare they come in and chase him away even though he felt he has done nothing but good things for the pack.<br/><br/>But knowing he was outnumbered he really had no choice but to keep running since fighting back would only result in him being killed. Head lowered a bit, hackles raised, but pride kept him from pulling his tail between his legs. Blood clung to his fur and his neck was sore, it hurt to turn his head quickly, he was in rough shape. But he would have to keep going, he knew that they would not stop following him until he reached the end of the territory. Even if he has lived here for a long time even he did not know what was beyond these woods. With that sense of unknown, fearing the unknown, he was reluctant to leave and his legs began to feel heavy the more he thought about it, his mind wanting him to turn back. The footsteps behind him were the only encouragement to keep going he had. If he stopped, hesitated even for one second, they would kill him as they have showed.<br/><br/>Konrad was also curious as to what was beyond these woods. He has never been passed them so aside from being afraid there was a sense of wonder though he had not allowed it to take him over. If he did that would possibly be taken as falter, which was not what he wanted. Even if he was no longer Alpha he would not show he was weak, he would accept this â€˜punishmentâ€™, he could at least suck up some of his pride enough to do that. He would think of this as a fresh start. And maybe he would even be lucky enough to live in human society though it meant he could never return home and he would have to keep a low profile as best he could. Rule one of being a werewolf was that you should never allow yourself become exposed, and if someone was to come close to discovering him he would have to deal with them. He wouldnâ€™t have much trouble doing that. Keeping a low profile was a lot easier than it sounded so long as you knew the basic rules.<br/><br/>Passing the boundary to his old territory he bid one last good bye and then, not even looking over his shoulder, he shifted to his human form and kept going. He didnâ€™t even bother to look back when he heard the familiar howl of his son.