first person Packs have disagreements, fights, and plain out wars. Though we hope it won’t go that far…

Now, I’m disagreement with a neighboring pack. I, along with other higher officials, are heading to an office located in the other pack to have a meeting in hopes of a truce or agreement. Stepping inside the overly large office building the other officials focusing on finding those we are supposed to meet, my eyes couldn’t help but notice a small omega. Quite cute too. Who knew my luck. I never had a gentle face but I tried, walking over to the omega I give a small smile.

“Hello there… May I ask your name?” I ask, attempting to keep a normal-ish tone…