Tribal Packs #9

Alpha Falcon Writcrest is sitting overlooking his pack. Outside, the blizzard rages on, but inside, the ice cave was warmer. He pulls his polar bear coat closed, cutting off any chill. His second in command, Caspian, says quietly, Alpha, the omegas wanted to honor you with a dance... Falcon nods, not leting on how much he liked the tiny, sweet omegas of his pack. They may. The omegas all come out, and begin dancing around the fire, a dance to honor their Alpha, and bless their pack.