Eric

I strut through marked territory, knowing well that they dared not to approach me. With my nose high, a strange scent of pheromones floods the air. An Omega. I go towards the lone scent, curious as to why a weak and fragile creature would be left alone. Sure enough, I come upon the weakling, shivering in the winter snow. His hair is auburn, almost orange, standing out against the snow. I scoff, disgusted at the site of such useless existence. What are you doing away from your pack, Omega?