Tribal Omegas #1

Omega Basil Stillwater scurried across their camp, hurrying to get the fire roaring back to life in the morning, late fall mist. She works fast, knowing the pack would need to eat before they packed up to move to their next loccation. Head down, eyes on the ground, she did her best to not set off the more dominant wolves anger. Dressed in the traditional skirts of the Omega, the cold mist was a reminder of how badly she needed a mate to provide her with furs, and other such comforts.