Submissively waiting, as always.

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For two long years, Kirran bounced from pack to pack, never really fitting in well anywhere. Time between packs was spent as a loner. He missed his mate and his pups. The pups would be two and a half now, he reflected to himself as he trotted along in the snow, his small paws making prints in the soft powder. He stopped abruptly, and his breath coalesced into thick, frosty clouds in front of his nose.

Kirran never found the home he desired for his little family, and lately had been considering going back for them anyways. But the pups probably had jobs and mates by now. Maybe even she had found a new mate, one who was not exiled from her pack. He had no way of knowing. He sniffed the cold winter air, and it stung slightly in his nostrils. He smelled a new pack nearby. Kirran sighed. He would look at this one last pack, and if it didn’t work out, he would start travelling back towards his family. He didn’t really care much anymore if Magnus had him killed.

Kirran trotted forward toward the border, ready to dash away if necessary. His leg muscles tensed instinctively underneath him, but he made sure his stance was submissive, just in case anyone was watching him from afar. His ears flattened to his head as he listened for other wolves, and his sparse tail went up between his legs. His golden eyes cautiously scanned the landscape for movement. Kirran laid down, resting his head against his horribly scarred front legs, sure someone would smell him and come to the border. He did not want to howl, as he wasn’t one to make a lot of noise and demand an audience. They would come when they had time, and would see him being completely submissive.

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(The Alpha has given me permission to accept you since I offered to help while they are moving.)

Ember had been running the border at a dead run. If you looked at her, you would think that she couldn't take in or smell anything, but that wasn't true. The fae could smell a scent from a mile away, for the wind was blowing scents to her and through her swirled fur. One particular scent hit her then made her skid to a halt. This one was a wolf, and not one of her pack.

Changing directions, she followed her nose to where the newcomer was. When the newcomer was visible, Ember hid behind a bush on silent paws. Peeking through the bush, she analyzed him and was surprised at what she found. He was just laying there submissively, and that took her aback. Stepping out from behind the brush, she walked up to him and looked down at him with her snowy eyes. Her black and grey swirled coat was fluffed from the winter chill, and it made her look slightly bigger even though she was tiny compared to most. Looking down, she locked eyes with him as she stood over him and spoke in her English accented voice.

"Well hello, newcomer. What brings you to my pack's border?" Ember had never seen another be so submissive, and it made her tilt her head slightly. Sitting, she wrapped her tail around her paws but kept a dominant pose. She was dominant over him until he was an equal or higher rank than her. It hurt her to see someone just lying on the ground so she spoke once more. "Are you able to stand. If you are could you please?"

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Kirran does not dare look up, and keeps his golden honey eyes looking at his own paws in front of him even though he hears a fae approaching. He didn’t answer the first question yet, as he could sense another would follow. She asked that he stand, so he did. Snow stuck to his belly as he rose, but he did not shake it off because he didn’t want to make any sudden movements. He knew how volatile some wolves could be.

He kept his ears pinned against his skull and his tail between his legs, curled all the way up so it was pulled up to his lower stomach. His shoulders were hunched to give him an even smaller appearance, though it was completely unnecessary considering how small and thin he was for a male. His sparse winter coat did nothing to add to his size either, though he did not shiver from the cold. His ribs stick out, giving him a malnourished appearance, but he seems to be fully functioning.

Kirran speaks softly to the fae, so she can just hear him over the winter wind blowing, “I have come to ask if I might observe your pack to see if it is a fit for me and if your leader will observe me to see if I am a fit for your pack.” He says in reply to the first question. He continues looking down at his paws as he asks.

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Ember's gaze softened when she examined the other male. He was as small as her, though she had a thicker coat. When he stood, she noticed that her kept his stance submissive still. He looked so sad to her, and he wouldn't meet her eyes or even look at her. Ember didn't know why, but he seemed almost scared of her. He looked malnourished, but she knew it was because of his size. He looked like she did when she first got here. Ember was a gentle fae, and she meant no harm on him.

At his words, Ember replied softly. "What is your name, newcomer? You may look at me, for it won't make me angry if you do. I'm afraid that our leader is very busy at the moment, but I am allowed to accept you. You don't have to stand so submissive, for I am only a warrior." She sat down, curling her long tail around her legs. In this, she took a less dominant stance over him, trying to get him to relax around her. As she examined him, she saw his scarred legs. Deciding to let him know he was no alone, she left the jagged scar on her leg that ran from her paw to her shoulder exposed.

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Kirran speaks softly to the fae, so she can just hear him over the winter wind blowing, “Kirran.” Kirran merely shakes his head when the fae says he can look at her, and he still doesn’t look up. He nods when she says she is allowed to accept him. He shakes his head again when she says that he doesn’t have to stand so submissively.

Kirran lowered his body back down towards the ground when Ember sits, retaking the less dominant stance. He starts shaking a bit.
Kirran speaks softly again, “Please... p-please don’t do that.” He looks to his left, then his right. Kirran seems even less comfortable now, if that is possible. He lays flat on the ground and still doesn’t look up.

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"Why can you not look at me, Kirran? I promise that no harm will come from me." She spoke as softly as he did and gave him time to answer if he wished. When he asked her not to take on a less dominant stance, Ember froze. Did he want her to be mean? Ember couldn't be mean for the life of her. Deciding to be the stubborn wolf she was, she slid down to the ground so she was laying in front of him. She lay her chin on the ground as well. Her position was still that of dominance, but she was now at his level where his face was visible. He would eventually have to look at her, but she wouldn't force it. "Why do you seem afraid of me, Kirran?" Ember stayed in her laying position and looked at his face.

She gave him time to answer her first question before she spoke very softly again. "I'm sure our pack has a place for you. Which one would you like to take on?" Folding her long legs beneath her, she lay halfway on her side to be comfortable. The way he acted made her want to keep him away from Steele, for he could rip this male to shreds. Ember didn't want to see such a pained creature be hurt by her Beta, so she had to gently get him to relax around her.

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Kirran continues lying on the ground, his head on his scarred paws. He closes his eyes when Ember lies on the ground in front of him. He speaks softly to the fae, so she can just hear him over the winter wind blowing, “I’m not afraid of you, I’m….” He sighs softly, his breath rustling the sparse fur on his paws. “I just want things to be as they should be.”

Kirran shivers for a second, every ten or so seconds, but it doesn’t seem to be from the cold. Kirran speaks softly again, “If your Alpha will have me… I would like to be Omega… Always Omega.” He sighs, considering going on, but thinks better of it. He waits with his eyes closed for the fae’s response.

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"You can be an omega, but there aren't very many jobs for an omega to do around here. Omegas are kind of treated like warriors and they get equal respect." Ember spoke softly to Kirran, laying her small head on her paws. "If you would like, I can escort you to where you wish to go on our lands. If anyone sees you with me they will know you are accepted. But, I feel rather uncomfortable that you refuse to look at me."

She kept her snowy eyes on his face, he had closed his eyes and it made Ember feel a little bit hurt. The fae refused to stand until he did, and she wished he would look at her. She didn't understand why she refused to do so.

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Kirran inhaled a breath slowly and evenly, then exhaled in the same manner. He finally opens his golden, honey colored eyes, and looks towards the fae, but not at her eyes. He speaks very softly to the fae,“Please forgive me warrior, I have been away from other wolves for a very long time. I am sorry that I made you uncomfortable.”

Kirran keeps his ears pinned back on his head, his tail between his legs and his shoulders hunched, but rises part way from the ground. “I will do whatever is required of an omega, and more if needed. If you would like to, warrior, please show me what I can do to assist the pack.” He looks at the fae’s paws as he says this.

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Rising onto her small paws, Ember watched Kirran. He had looked in her general direction, and she thought that was a start. She smiled slightly, hearing his words. The fae didn't want to make him even more on edge than he already was by putting in with the pack, so she thought it would be best to keep him around her until he wasn't so jumpy. "Would you like to explore the pack territory? You seem rather wary of this place, but I could show you our territories if that would make you more comfortable. Please do not be offended, but I would rather have you trust me before you meet the whole pack. Some of the wolves wouldn't be as nice as I about your very submissive manner."

Standing up straight again, she lowered her head and spoke softly to Kirran. "Please rise, Omega Kirran. You are now part of this growing pack." She didn't want to startle him, so she kept as quiet as possible, waiting for him to speak.

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Kirran seems indifferent as the fae tells him that other wolves won’t be as nice, like he expects it and is alright with it. He sniffs the air lightly as the wind changes directions and brings new scents towards them. He looks towards Ember still with his golden, honey colored eyes. He speaks very softly and uncertainly to the fae,“More than anything, I would like to find some water...”

Kirran keeps his ears pinned back on his head, his tail between his legs and his shoulders hunched, but rises the rest of the way up from the ground when Ember requests it. “Thank you Warrior, for accepting me here.” He looks at the fae’s paws as he says, “And after we have had a drink of water, I would like my first assignment please. I’m sure I will explore the pack territory during my stay here, I would feel more comfortable doing a job.” His voice is reverent as he says this, not demanding, just very truthful.

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Ember tilted her head slightly to the side after he thanked her and asked her for his first job. To be honest, Ember didn't know what omegas did other than take help look after pups. Clearing her throat, she spoke. "You are very welcome, Omega Kirran. I would be glad to direct you to the closest place for water. I am sorry to ask this, but what jobs does an omega mainly do? I know some help look after pups, but there are no pups as of yet in this pack."

This fae spoke her mind whether she meant to or not. She hoped he wasn't offended at her question, but she really did want to know.

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((sorry for the late reply, I've been sick))

Kirran shifted a bit uncomfortably as Ember asked him what omegas do. It was very hard to explain, and had to be delicately explained to those who didn’t know, because usually those were the nice, calm wolves who were not prone to aggression. Ember seemed like one of those wolves, so he sighed before softly saying, “W-well... you could say we are kind of like...” He shook his head, that wasn’t the right way to explain it to her as she was too nice. He tried again,“We help keep fights from breaking out so the pack can stay united..” He looked nervously back and forth, hoping she wouldn’t ask specifically how they do that. His stomach growled loudly, but he didn’t seem to notice it as he just continued talking. “And of course we do anything else that is requested, for example, I did a lot of message running when rival packs were on our outskirts therefore howling was not the optimal option, as refraining from the whole pack howling would make our enemies underestimate our numbers and give us advantage should they attack.” He didn’t know if he was explaining it right, he hoped she understood what he meant.

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Ember watched Kirran as he thought of what to say. She waited patiently, for she knew he was trying to find the right words. When she noticed his stomach growl, her small ears flicked forward. When he started talking, she listened intently. She was rather impressed with the job of the omega. Instead of being taught to fight all of their lives, they were to break up fights. Looking at him more closely, Ember noticed he was the perfect specimen for a messenger. Tilting her head when he was finished, she spoke softly. "Well, as far as I know we are not at war with another pack. Their are no fights currently going on. So, I guess your first task would be to get some food in your stomach and make yourself at home with the pack. If you need anything from me, just ask."

Ember stood and stretched. The muscles of her long legs were bunched up from not running all of the time like she usually did. Yawning softly, Ember sat back down in case he wanted to speak.

(( It's fine, I've been busy a bunch anyways.))

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Kirran shifted a bit uncomfortably again as Ember told him to get some food in his stomach. “W-well... you see...”, he said a bit sheepishly as he looked at the ground,“omegas don’t eat unless there is more than plenty for all so.. maybe I should just go get some water..” He didn’t look up, as he did not wish to see the pity on her face like he always saw from everyone else. He did not understand why they would pity him, he enjoyed his job as omega, even if it mean getting attacked by the more aggressive wolves in the pack to help relieve their stress and not eating wasn’t so bad. Sure, he couldn’t win a fight against anyone in the pack, maybe not even against some yearlings, but it wasn’t his job to fight. It was his job to endure. He halfway looked up after all of this self-contemplation. “So... could you please just tell me where the water is, Warrior Ember?”, he said the last part more confidently, not because he was confident, but because he didn’t want the fae to force him to eat. He would check out the pack’s reserves himself and make sure there was plenty before he would eat, no matter what she said. That was his job.

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Sighing, Ember spoke. She had had enough with her kind front for one day, so she just decided to be herself and not the oh so gentle wolf that she had to be, or others would hate her. "You can find water at the rapid falls, but be careful because there are frozen parts that you can fall through. I'm impressed that you refuse to eat until the pack gets fed, but I guess that that is just what omegas do." Ember didn't look at him with pity anymore. Actually, she looked at him with no emotion on her face. This was what Ember really was, but she seemed kinder for everyone's benefit. Her mood would change in a split second, and it was scary to most. When she was a loner, some said she was soul-less. Yawning once more, Ember spoke. "Do you need me to direct you there, or would you like to go on your own?" He accented voice was as emotionless as her face. Her snowy eyes held no expression in them.

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Kirran looked a bit nervous as Ember sighed then spoke. He hoped he hadn’t upset her, that was the opposite of what his job was. He merely nodded as she told him the water was at the rapid falls. He noticed that she was yawning, and was probably tired, so he bowed forward a bit while saying,“Thank you warrior, I’m sure I could find it on my own if you just point out which way I should head.” He kept his stance submissive as he waited for her to point out the direction he should start heading. “A-and thank you warrior, for everything else.” He added quietly.

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"Head that way until you hear the sound of flowing water. Afterward you can make your den, for I am retiring to mine for the day. You are welcome, omega. I'm sure we will see each other again."She nodded towards the woods behind her. Ember gave the smallest of smiles before stretching and taking her leave. She started off at trot, but was gone in an instant. Only a swirl of the snowflakes in the air let you know she was there.

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Submissively waiting, as always.

Submissively waiting, as always.

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