<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/kx3lThq.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Zuya<br/><strong>Rank:</strong>Kiowa Alpha<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Densite; Alpha's Den.<br/><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">The large white wolf walked at an leisurely pace, heading back toward the densite from the river. He had needed some time to think after his most recent conversation with Tsuki. If things were to go according to plan with the Inyanga, perhaps, he could persuade her to worship the very ground he walked upon. She was becoming Shaded, no doubt, and that was the very thing the Alpha banked upon with many of the wolves within the pack. Alpha Zuya's nostrils flared, inhaling the cool morning air. The sun had not broken over the horizon up, though it threatened to make itself known as the sky became streaked with oranges and reds, marking the dawn of a new day. He had been awake all night attending to these matters, now as the sole alpha of Kiowa, once again. A strange vision occurred him during his chat. His deceased mate had been beside him as he spoke with Tsuki, uncomfortable with the "special treatment" he had given the inyanga over her. It had been only a mere few days since her passing.. due to his brutal beating. The alpha didn't regret his violent actions. Only the fact that he had lost his heir in the act as well. But this showed the pack he wasn't one to be trifled with. Even his own disobedient "mate" was not above the rules of respect toward him. She had thought it best to try and show that she was equal to him, despite his warnings of her staying in her place. She paid the ultimate cost for trying to assert her dominance over him. Zuya had no equal. This was his pack, and his alone. <br/><br/>The scent of the fresh kill had pulled Zuya's thoughts back to reality. He was already back at the densite, his presence was eagerly anticipated by the others. The hunters had been successful in bringing down a bull elk earlier, and everyone was waiting patiently for him to have his fill before daring to dig into their first bite. That was how things went; Alphas were first in everything essential for survival. The pack needed to protect the alpha at all costs. That loyalty seemed to only run in a few wolves' veins, but Zuya would soon show them the way of the world; <em>his way of the world.</em> Many wolves were not lingering too close to the kill, but they stood and waited on the outskirts, waiting for their chance to eat. Zuya had made it known that he didn't like other's in his space as he attended to the needs of his rumbling belly. <br/><br/>Zuya made his way to the elk and wasted no time ripping into the belly of the beast; that's were all the soft, tinder parts of the flesh were. The stomach, the liver, kidneys, but his most favorite was the heart. It was a little symbolic, to him. Without a heart, lungs, the essential organs, an animal couldn't live.. just like with Zuya this pack would fall apart. Zuya ate greedily, putting his, now bloodied, muzzle into the beast, while still keeping an eye on others. He always watched his surroundings. It was rare he let his guard down. In his mind, someone was always out to get him. They were out for his position. Who in their right minds wouldn't be? <br/><br/>Some time had passed and Zuya had finally had his fill. Due to his lack of sleep, he didn't seem to be as hungry as usual. Instead, he opted for eating enough to get his fill and, for once, leaving some of the better parts for the others to fight over; a test. Who would be viscous enough to attack other members of the pack for food? There was plenty for everyone, yes but who would be so bold enough to engorge themselves just because they could? Thus, tapping into that Shaded part of themselves, if they had it within them. Zuya liked to keep an eye on those wolves for his own purpose. <br/><br/>The alpha parted with his meal, lapping at some of the access blood on his maw and paws and he sat in the opening on his den. Now would be the time for anyone who wished to speak to him to approach. His belly was full, meaning he would be less irritable. Zuya's ears twitched as he thought he heard the coos of newborn pups, only to be reminded it was the sound of his imagination. <em>“She could have at least birthed pups that weren't still born.”</em> He thought to himself. His mate had been pregnant when he attacked and, ultimately, killed her. She survived long enough to give birth to eleven premature pups, all of which turned out to be dead at birth. <strong>“How pathetic she was.”</strong> He growled in annoyance, ears flattening against his head. The past was in the past now. He's have to find a new mate. Someone smarter; someone who knew when to keep their fucking mouth shut and to not challenge him because they felt they were on the same level as him. As far as he was concerned, he only took a mate for the sake of progressing his lineage. His infidelity while being mated showed that, but those pups, too were dead, thanks to his mate. He couldn't have a mate who wasn't completely behind him 100% of the time, which was why she was no longer a part of the pack. <br/><br/></span></span>