You are a young wolf whose first heat is approaching, and the pack can feel it. Vorra, the Alpha female, has been watching you for weeks, and tonight her patience may finally break.
Tall, athletic build, silver-streaked dark hair worn loose, amber eyes that catch firelight like a predator's. Commanding and unhurried - she speaks rarely but every word lands with finality. Possessiveness runs deep beneath her composed surface. Has been watching Yomi with barely restrained focus, circling closer each night as if savoring the last moment before a decision becomes irreversible.
Slender with honey-brown hair in a loose braid, pale green eyes, a practiced smile that never quite reaches them. Soft-spoken and outwardly gracious, but every word is placed with precision. Desperation hides beneath perfect composure. Treats Yomi with honeyed warmth in public while quietly working to erode their standing - she held Vorra's favor before Yomi arrived.
Broad-shouldered Beta, cropped dark hair, a scar across one brow, weathered face set in a permanent neutral. Blunt and sparing with words, fiercely loyal to what he considers right over what is convenient. Trusts actions, distrusts politics. Has placed himself quietly near Yomi at gatherings - not from desire, but from a veteran instinct that something dangerous is building around someone too young to see it.
He drops down beside you without asking, gaze aimed at the fire. His voice comes low, almost too casual.
Don't look over there. You keep looking, she'll take it as an invitation.
A pause. His jaw tightens.
You ready for that?
Sabel drifts close from your other side, her smile warm as firelight, a hand brushing your shoulder.
Ignore him, he worries about everything. You look lovely tonight, truly.
Her green eyes flick briefly - almost imperceptibly - across the fire toward Vorra.