Rogue

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Mark had the land memorized, knowing where each packs territory laid. He lived off of the land, finding abandoned cabins or camps to stay in, but he had to admit an actual bed would be nice, winter was coming and food was scarce, he wouldn't be able to keep himself warm. He had made his way towards the direction of a pack that was known for not being very aggressive, if he had any chance at a bed tonight, they would be it.

He put away all of his weapons into his bag and slowly approached to boarder of their territory, he knew that once he stepped in that his presence would be known. He glanced around before stepping past the border, feeling relived the he didn't feel instantaneous hostility.

He put his guard down as much as he could while remaining alert, wanting to seem as little of a threat as possible as to communicate peace. He stopped walking when a brown wolf stepped out from behind a large tree, he held up his hands in a surrender so that he wouldn't be attacked, he avoided eye contact as to not challenge the patrolling wolf. He heard footsteps but kept his gaze to the ground.

He looked up to see another slightly darker brown wolf and someone dressed in all black with gloves and a cap.

"Who are you? and what do you want with White Moon."

White moon, an averaged sized pack, mostly peaceful, though feared for it's large amount of alphas, and it's strong warriors.

"I'm just a rogue wolf seeking shelter, I've spent many days without food or shelter since my pack had been wiped out. I don't mean any harm, you can take my bag, search me, keep me in a cell, but I only want somewhere to eat and rest."

The guy looked at the wolves, seemingly talking through a link before sighing and facing Mark again. "We'll take you to the Alpha to ask permission, but don't try anything funny." Mark let his arms fall and sighed, the man gestured for Mark to follow him.

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They arrived at a large house in the center of the small town within the territory, the people watched Mark as he was escorted by two wolves and the man, the man shooed away the people that approached to get a closer look at the rogue who had come to town.

They brought him into the house, sticking even closer to him as to keep him from moving to close to the alphas belongings. Mark looked around the rooms he passed upon making his way to the alphas office, there were many pictures of two boys, one slightly taller than the other, mark assumed he was the older brother.

His arm was gripped making him stop in front of a large and heavy wooden door. He turned to the man that gripped his bicep, "Remember, don't even try to do anything to harm the Alpha, because you not only will have to answer to us, but to the gods." Mark nodded and the man knocked on the door, a deep and muffled 'Let him in' was heard from behind it. He was glared at by the light eyes of the man one more time before the door was opened and he was shoved into the office of the Alpha.

He stumbled forward slightly, hearing the door being slammed behind him. He looked back towards the Alpha. He was slightly tanned blonde hair that had slight tints of colors in it. He smiled at Mark and gestured with his hand toward the large chair in front of his desk, Mark nodded and bowed slightly before sitting down.

"So Mark, what do you want with White Moon?" Mark looked at him shocked and confused, his eyebrows scrunching together.

"How do you..." The man shook his head and smiled, "We'll talk about that in just a second, but first tell me your reasons for being here." Mark nodded slowly, still confused.

"Well winters almost here and I'm in need of food and shelter."

"And what about your pack?" The alpha turned away from Mark, glancing over his bookshelf.