Peter was not born a King – though he wasn't too far from it. He was born of noble blood, yes, but only distantly. The royalty in his veins was diluted by many generations of separation from the monarchy. But his now redundant pedigree still had use; years of breeding for stronger and stronger heirs in his ancestors paid off and he was quite the fighter.
From a young age, his mother was sure he would be the strongest of his line. When plague wiped through his pack only days after his whelping, and his sibling succumbed to an enemy unseen, Peter prevailed.
When he opened his eyes, his parents were more than surprised. Whereas his mother had eyes of amber, and his father eyes of steel, Peter was born with eyes that seemed as cold as ice, piercing and unnerving to some.
Peter was quick to rise in status in his pack, earning a spot on the main hunting team, and spending some time as a scout when hunting didn't quite pan out. That didn't work so well for him either, so Peter finally turned to politics, rallying for more time for mothers to nurse and spend time with their pups after birth, and time off from responsibilities for their fathers as well.
Unfortunately for him, before his political career could take off, his pack was hit by a terrible storm, the ocean rose up from its banks and crashed down into the camp, washing away most of the pack, sparing only the nursing mothers in the den he was in.
With nothing left of his pack but nursing mothers and pups who hadn't even opened their eyes yet, Peter set out to helping his pack find homes with the neighboring packs. He spent six months rehoming mothers and pups, he was the last one left. With his head held high, he left in search of somewhere far from the ocean to reside.
His travels found him at the mountains, about as far away from the ocean as he could get. The pack there was kind enough to take him in, providing him with a place to stay, and even continue advocating for his beliefs politically.
Peter found himself falling for the esteemed Pheonix, impressed by their leadership abilities and striking red mask marking. Thankfully for him, they seemed just as smitten with him, and they spent a great amount of time discussing politics together and talking about his time in his old pack.
The pair soon become mates, with the support of their pack, and Peter is content with his life somewhere the tides will never touch.
^By stringworms^
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