A decade ago the clans had been separated, each alpha trying their best to diversify the variants in their own pack, most failing with the result of a pack of a few different variants but not enough to push for ethereal alpha.

Mugan, shifted to his full wolf in one of the more expansive woodlands, his sight shifting between potential meals when he saw him. Even in the night he could see the smoke-esque tendrils seeping from the paws of the new omega.

In their world the gender of a wolf didn't matter. Ethereals beget ethereals specifically when claimed by an alpha. Variants would mix and produce higher "quality" variants.

Letting out a low and steady howl what came back was an aggressive roar.