Several glittery Shells

he could not deny his initial opinion of his now leader and co-worker.

"She's not really here to stay.. is she?"
He didn't believe she was an actual wolf, let alone Backbear's heir. Yet, as she grew, several times faster than was normal for a wolf, and began to sprout strange appendages from her limbs and speak in strange tongues in her lonesome, he feared that everyone around him was oblivious.

Blackbear died and she rose to power, like a fungus sprouting over a beautiful doe carcass. He waited. She watched him. He knew what was coming. He'd been more attentive than his packmates and knew what she was going to say. The beta of his pack, at his young age.. he feared it was a ploy, but at the urging of his siblings and family, he took her up on the offer.

Several hours later, after a couple of sips of lunar water, he changed. He had no clue that this-- she didn't want any of this to happen--

But it did. He had no real choice, did he? His alpha was not from this realm, he refused to believe it. She had to have been here before.. a replacement. He knew the way she did things. As a puppy, she could answer questions he himself still didn't know now. When they picked her up from the enclave he couldn't help but notice the blue on her arms. And now she was here, barely hiding it. But he wasn't like her, no. He didn't want the stares of his packmates. And so he took the cloak she offered him, not caring for what might happen if he did..