Björk✒️

The pack found him and his brother. He was an indecisive guy and the future didn't seem clear to him, but he was confident and strong. When he played with the other pups, he easily overpowered them. They named him Björk after his coat colour. Once he realized he had something special in his brute strength, he decided to become a hunter, and as soon as he grew up he started training with one of the adults, Svarten. When his little brother grew up, he joined the hunting team as well. He became the leader of the team and they recruited three female chasers.

When Björk was a pup, he was told by Gull that he might become the breeding male of the pack when Gull resigns. Björk didn't know what that meant, but eventually as he grew up he started having feelings towards certain females in the pack. Björk knew his place in the pack and that he was not allowed to have pups with anyone, but he felt just a small feeling of hope for becoming the breeding male in the future. As it turned out, Gulls words were not a promise, as a male was born into the pack and people started talking of him as the breeding male instead. Björk was saddened by this but wouldn't let it bother him too much. He still had a purpose, to feed his pack. He had lots of younger siblings and caregivers who relied on him for food. 

Tyr found him sitting by the edge of the territory, looking at the stars.

"What are you thinking about, pup?" Tyrs voice made his ears twitch and he respectfully turned his head towards his pack mother. He wasn't a pup anymore but she was his mother by all means. He looked at her soft glowing eyes and tried to find the words.

"Nothing," was all he managed to get out.

"Hey, you know you can tell me anything," Tyr sat close to him and looked up at the stars with him. He felt his mothers warmth.

"Well, it's.. hard being a male.." He looked down, embarrassed. He felt Tyrs eyes turn to him, but when he looked they were directed at the stars again. As if she knew he was having a hard time talking about it, she started talking instead.

"Where I came from, it wasn't like this. Packs were made from a mother, a father and their pups. When the pups grew up they could choose to leave and find their own families. But, it wasn't a safe place for any wolf to live. Not because of our customs, just other things.." she looked like she remembered something painful and stopped for a pause, but then her eyes looked at him "In any case, I'm glad to keep you in my pack, because I love you, Björk."

"I love you too, mamma," Björk nuzzled his too big head under her chin and she responded the cuddle by letting him lay down between her front legs like he used to when he was a puppy. He felt safe from all harm now.

"You're all grown up now, and I need to tell you that you are allowed to leave the pack, to make your own pack or to be alone, you choose," Björk felt distraught by the thought of leaving his pack "but you are also allowed to stay. We value you here. I imagine you must be upset about not being able to start your own family and have pups, but having pups isn't all there is to this life. Most of my pups aren't my own, and the ones who were have left the pack. I'm way happier to take care of you and all your siblings than I would be if I found a mate to have a million puppies with!"

Björk giggled childishly as his mothers voice grew exaggarated.

"And son, while you can't have your own pups, you are still allowed to love, and to be loved. If you're in love with someone, that's a beautiful thing. Partnership is worth much more than having puppies. You can find happiness here too."

Following Tyrs wise words, he started hanging out with her more. The small, quiet female in his hunting team was the most charming wolf he had ever seen.

While the wind was rustling the grass around them, they laid on a hill basking in the sunlight. Majora turned over to her side to look up at him. He was honestly a little bit flustered by her watchful eyes. Her ear twitched softly when he let out a word.

"What?" he looked tenderly at her.

"You're big and strong, just like the birch tree back home"

Björk couldn't help attacking her with nuzzles, and they both giggled together!

One day Räv told him that Tyr had asked to speak with him. It seemed so formal, he became nervous. He walked into the dark den and found his mother sitting by candlelight, clearly busy with something that he couldn't see.

"Mamma?" he bowed his head when she looked at him.

"Björk!" her eyes darted to him and he felt comforted by their familiar glow. Suddenly, her tail started wagging, and Björk felt his own tail wag as well. Tyr composed herself and cleared her throat "I have great news for you!"

As soon as Björk had heard the news of the rule change he thanked his mamma and ran out of the den to embrace his loved one!

-

Jealousy was a feeling he had never felt before Majora had her first heat. He never told her, because he knew it was a silly feeling. But he knew other males could smell her scent, and well, he wanted to be the only one for her. When she had joined the hunting team, he had been so distracted by his crush on her that he didn't even manage to catch a grouse! Now that he was a scout, on his way home, he was longing to see his beloved. Even if all he could do was to get to lie down next to her and sleep, it would be heavenly because she would be there.

-

"You bred with my daughter?"

Björk was now a seasoned father, loving his daughter more than anything. A few days ago, on the same day as his mate had their second litter of pups, his beloved daughter turned one year old and had her first heat. Björk didn't think much of it, she was an adult now and she had a male that she constantly hung around with. Björk liked that male, he was a good pup. Then a few days later, when Björk came home from hunting with the newbies, Majora looked angry and as soon as she saw him, she stood up and walked over to him to get distance from the sleeping pups.

"Vintergatan is pregnant," her voice was sour and Björk could not understand why, it was not unexpected that their daughter would want to have pups with her mate. Majora seemed to notice what he was assuming. "It's not with Istapp," Majora whispered, "she's not even in a pair yet." So Vinter went to find some other male from another pack, what's so bad about that? "It's Gull."

So Björk went to see the older male, and now Gull stood with his ears pulled back in front of the strongest male in the pack. Gull had been training and was now faster than Björk and almost as strong as him, but Björk was as young as some of Gulls pups and even took his job because Gull was too weak, Gull still viewed Björk as above him and he no longer had any status as the lover of the alpha.

"It's my job to provide for the females, Björk. She asked me to," he sounded wise, he still talked as if he was a father. Björk slowly started walking towards him.

"I heard that you had talked to her and given her advice beforehand.." Björk wasn't looking at Gull, "something about how Istapp isn't good enough to have pups with at such a young age, that they would produce bad pups?"

"It's the truth. It was honest advice," Gulls voice was nervous but he had stopped backing away now, and Björk kept walking until he invaded the breeding males space. 

"I just thought you'd have some dignity. You were basically my father. Vinter calls Tyr her grandmother, as she should. You've proven to be unsuitable for such a role, though," Björk looked him in the eye, "And don't you dare play around with my daughter after this, because I know you're not going to be loyal to her. If you break her heart.." Björk just shook his head, leaving which of Gulls bones he will break up to interpretation. Björk turned around and walked towards the door, he cast one last glance on Gull before leaving, who had his tail between his legs. Björk knew of Gulls promiscuity and flirtatiousness, but he really thought he had some type of limits. He would never see his supposed adoptive father the same way again. 

-

The father of three litters, the scarred strongest male of the pack, the mate of the most beautiful female in all biomes. He felt lucky, yes. He felt luckiest when he was resting in her embrace. He felt lucky when he felt her tongue on his forehead. He felt like the luckiest in the world