Scentless

ALPHA

"If I had a dream, a dream of flying away, so far away, don't fall away" – So Far Away (ft Suran) – Agust D

Yoongi shakes the rain out of his eyes, a twinge of annoyance forcing a low growl from his throat. Of fucking course, the first of the spring rains would wait until he was miles from the den to hit. The only consolation is knowing his pack mates are warm and dry back at the den.

Two days have passed since they'd recovered from heat, and he is now on the hunt for a new den. Sure, they are probably safe, seeing as the mysterious alpha has made no further attempts to contact his pack. And sure, if he wanted the omegas, he would have been smart to come for them while they were in heat and easier to steal. But those things only settle the rational part of Yoongi's brain. The logical part.

The other part, however, hates the fact that an unknown wolf knows their location. A wolf he can not detect. An alpha wolf, who can still control Yoongi's omegas in a way that Yoongi can not.

So, after helping the omegas clean the blankets and hunting all day yesterday to replenish their supplies, he set out to find a new den. It bothers him to leave them alone, but they are safer in the den than traveling exposed in the woods with him, especially since he'd erected a makeshift barrier for the entrance.

A house would be lovely. With doors and locks and electricity. It's been so long since I've lived in a house.

It's something he would never admit to, having been wild for six years now, but he misses the comfort and convenience of modern housing. He knows the omegas do too, though they've never complained in the time they've been with him.

A den will have to do. Though maybe I can find a more spacious one this time.

He keeps moving, looking for any signs of a suitable place. He prefers rock to soil, although soil is better at masking scents and usually a bit more comfortable.

He's been climbing uphill for quite some time when he feels a sort of...tug on his body. He halts, checking his bond with the pack to make sure it's not them, but everything coming to him through the bond is calm. He swivels his ears, listening for anything out of place, but the pattering of raindrops makes it difficult to detect anything and nearly impossible to smell anything. Tentatively, he takes a few more steps.

There it is again.

But now he has an inkling of what it is. His inner wolf. Although still subdued, it has been significantly more active since he found the omegas. And right now it's urging him to follow. He adjusts his direction, still heading uphill. He moves more slowly now, cautious and careful with his body so as not to make any unnecessary noise. The trees start to thin as he travels, the chill rain falling more heavily on his back. He's all but crawling now, his wolf telling him he's nearly reached his destination. Through the thinning trees he sees gray sky, and below, more trees.

A cliff. Why would you lead me to a cliff?

The answer comes in the form of a tall figure standing several feet away, on the edge. Yoongi stills, observing the potential threat, blinking rapidly to keep the rain out of his eyes.

The figure is undoubtedly male, simple clothing plastered to his tall, masculine frame. His hair is soaked but appears to be some shade of gray. Yoongi can't clearly see his face, but he can tell the man is looking out over the edge of the cliff, swaying.

What is he doing?

As he observes, the man looks up to the sky, spreading his arms wide. The new position allows Yoongi to make out the man's face. His heart wrenches at the sorrow he sees there. If it wasn't for the rain, he'd be certain the man was crying. For whatever reason, the thought is as devastating to Yoongi as seeing either of his pack mates distressed. He needs to fix. Needs to soothe.