PLEASE don't see me ;;

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The ice and snow were freezing on the wolfdog's feet. He lifted one paw, and then the other, shuddering as he looked to find crystals of ice frozen to each one of them. His nose twitched violently, trying as hard as he could to find a familiar scent of any kind. He had been wandering for...how long had it been? Days...months...years, perhaps? No, probably not as long as a year, but certainly a good while.

The last pack he had managed to settle with for a limited time had stuck him straight into the omega position, without a single thought on whether or not he actually deserved it. But because of his personality -- twitchy, nervous, distrusting -- he was immediately thought to be a creature unworthy of anything besides the very bottom of the hierarchy. And so, Veer was deemed an omega.

The had taunted him, infuriated him, a couple of them had delivered to him abuse that wasn't really all that far off from that given to him by his brother, Valve -- and he had grown tired of it quickly. Veer's insanity grew, his hallucinations became broader, and more detailed, until he cracked under the pressure provided by this pack and their horribly taunting ways. He didn't want to be treated like he was a piece of moose shit; he was a canine just the same as they were. He wasn't pure wolf, true, but that hadn't been the reason that they had bothered him so -- it had been because of his wild, on edge feel, because he had been submissive and keen to be let off without a fight over everything. He backed down to every challenge, and flat out let them abuse him.

Until he cracked, until he took off from the back, too frightened and nervous to try to kill them...

And now he was here. Paws freezing more and more with each step he took on the tundra plains, shivering violently despite the fact that his fur was really quite thick. Perhaps it wasn't just the cold that was making the wolfdog shiver, but also the fact that he was scared. He was frightened for his life, being alone up here all by himself, in a place where the weather was frightfully cold, cold enough to freeze him to death if he didn't find shelter fast enough. Veer shuddered again, nose still trembling, trying to pick up a scent; his stomach was snarling away at him to go find some food.

And then he saw it.

It was barely visible on the white of the snow, but Veer's keen ears picked up the sound of an Arctic Hare's claws skittering across the ice and snow. And the smell, too. It was obvious to him, in the same way that a human could easily smell bacon being cooked in the morning. Here, he realized, was dinner.

The wolfdog leaped across the ice in a few bounds, and landed just short of the hare. It took off across the ice even faster than before in a flurry of fur and claws. Veer snarled irritably, lunging again for it, but finding himself to be again barely missing it. With a rumbling stomach, he watched in frustration as the rabbit raced across the prairie without any chance of Veer's catching it.

He plopped down on his bottom, glaring in the direction the hare had gone. His ears flattened down, and he felt nothing but pure and simple frustration. Damn hare. He wished he hadn't let it get away so easily, he wished that he was a creature that was much more used to the ice and snow of this place, one who could easily catch the hare. But alas, he had not been to a place such as this one before. Places where there was snow and ice, yes, but not year-round.

In his nose's snuffling, searching for another prey that he might attempt to catch, the wolfdog caught scent of something that was quite unfamiliar to him, and yet at the same time, he understood what it was.

Wolves.

He smelled the scent of a freshly marked territory, and here he was, standing in it.

Shit, shit, shit.

He hadn't hoped to run into a pack this early on, seeing as his experiences with his previous pack had been less than pleasant. He swallowed hard, standing up suddenly and backing up a bit, hoping that he wouldn't disturb any of the wolves whose pack had made its home here. Veer sure as hell didn't want any trouble, that was for sure.

[FRAIDY-CAT OF A WOLF...DOG. LOL. /shot]

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[...eh...is the pack back yet? P: lewl still open here. >>]

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[-whistles absently-]