You were pack alpha of one of the biggest packs of the North, the Crimson Sky pack. It was a pack relatively advanced compared to the others, one viewed highly in the traditional and hierarchical society of the wolves -- a respected pack. It wasn't very known of any other packs fairly close to yours, since the territory for itself was difficult to be habitable, nearing a high mountain and on a high ground that made snow almost all year, so it was habitual to have patrols near your pack to guarantee of no danger. A lot of packs could see the emptiness surrounding your pack as a easy target, thinking you wouldn't be much worried by attacks when living so isolated. You always worried, however.

In one of the countless patrols you were doing, close to the base of the mountain at Northeast of your pack, you got the hint of the smell of omega. It was clear as ever it was an omega considering the sweet scent of vanilla, and that fact got you suspicious. Only a stupid omega would wander around alone in the middle of the forest, and if no stupid, then it was mostly a trap meant to lure you, or one of your pack members. In any case, you decided to follow the smell, carefully and attentively to not catch anyone's attention. It all led you to a wandering omega, stumbling around while trembling in the cold, so much he didn't even seem to notice you a few feet behind him. He had a fur coat wrapped around him, but it didn't look like it did much considering he seemed to have light clothes underneath it, the fur matching the light grey, borderline silver, of the omega's hair.

The omega took another step before stopping, the fact he tensed immensely giving away he might had caught your scent, and then turned around with fearful eyes. He looked fragile and delicate, and was probably the most beautiful omega you had ever seen, staring at you with big doe eyes, his body frozen in evident fear of something you could only assume was yourself. Mateless. You could tell by a glance he had no mating mark, and that he needed help.