<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/d7/e8/54/d7e854626e15a1aa45d0496fdafa4706.png)</div>Bracken Forester<br/>Location:  Sidelines of the circle<br/>Time:  Friday, September 22nd.<br/>Tagging:  Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Bracken knew the older man was sick.  Despite his sickness, the man had fought a good fight.  He respected him for that, but couldn't help but feel sad as the winds of change hit the pack hard.  At least his former alpha could relax now.  Maybe part of him wanted to loose.  He didn't know.<br/><br/>“Very well, my...”  He almost said 'alpha' and had to stop himself cold.  The man was still above him, but not his alpha anymore.  “...um, sir.  Have a good rest.”  he called off as the man stormed off.<br/><br/>He glanced over the crowd before him, unsure of what to do now.  It was a celebration.  His former alpha and new alpha hinted at that.  Perhaps he actually might try alcohol.  It seemed like a luxury that omegas did not partake in.  He's never tried alcohol before, and was not sure what, if anything, he should try.  So, for the moment, he stayed to the sidelines, trying to figure out if he was needed anywhere.<br/>