Your mother tried to nose you forwards with her white muzzle. “Come on, little one.”

But you just stayed under her, wrapped around her right forepaw, barely looking up and keeping your snout in the cold snow.

The Alpha from the other pack and his Alpha cub were looking at you, the cub, named Sharp, could smell that you were an Omega.

Sharp nosed his way towards you, sniffing you with a wag.