Growls and Snarls greeted Ash as he woke up. For his pack this was the normal morning, wolves sparing left and right. No real order accept that of the King barking our orders to his favorite warriors. This pack had been Ash's whole life, but today his first real test came. Rarely did a male get to stay in his pack past their first year. Ash had been a favorite to the King. But he'd outlived his usefulness, not only was he now old enough to breed, he was also strong enough to challenge the King. Which of course made him and all males past a yr old a danger. Although the King was getting on in years, with so many Strong adult females against any one young male their was no chance.
Ash would have to leave today, leave all that he had known behind. His vulgar personality had him rising and stretching with a cruel smirk on his muzzle. After all, he was strong and an Old favorite to the King. Struting past the females in the pack, he gave them suggestive looks. He was handsome and he knew it. He had decided that if he had to leave this pack he would do it with confidence and at his own pleasure.
It took him a few hours to make it out of his old packs territory. Mainly because he did it slowly and at a pleasurable pace. He knew his goal before he even made it outside of the pack. Ash had heard of a new starting pack, who needed young, brave, and strong wolves to help them get started. His good lineage and skills would make him a valuable asset to this new pack.
Loping back home so that he could rest after hunting all day Ash was exhausted.