The Wolf King | Closed Starter
@whxrewxlves | Nathaniel and Sebastian
He hadn’t started out wanting to be king. It had just kind of happened.
Born an Alpha, gifted at fighting, other wolves seemed to like him...somehow he’d ended up leading his pack at a young age. And then slowly, bit by bit the pack had grown, as smaller packs joined them, or he defeated their alphas. The territory grew too, and made it easier for them to keep traveling, cycling through the lands, letting the forests and wildlife regenerate before they came back.
The pack to the south had been a problem for a few years. A hot blooded young alpha with a nasty habit of thinking Nathaniel hadn’t earned his crown, who’d finally snapped after years of raiding them, and challenged him to a duel.
Nathaniel had beaten him soundly, and demanded the young alpha’s submission. He’d refused and Nathaniel had been forced to exile him, unwilling to execute a pup, no matter how hotheaded.
Which left him with a new pack to intergrate with his own. Fortunately his people were used to this, and everyone set about getting the newcomers settled, finding them clothes and tents of their own, and showing them where they could set up until the pack moved on.
Nathaniel walked among them, pleased to see it all going smoothly when suddenly a mouthwatering scent made his head whip around, eyes locking on an Omega moving towards the tent collection.
He stepped into his path.