Tribal Omegas #3

Omega Moon Silvertail is curled up as close to the fire as he can get. The winter chill freezing, with only a thin fur to sleep on, trying to curl up under his tail for warmth. As a male Omega, he was the lowest of the low, as most warriors preferred female mates... which left him.. with nothing.. He sighs, shivering, his stomach growling from the few scraps he'd managed to eat that had been leftover from the pack.