Re: The Woods: Full Moon
The alpha was not alone, he would not be, not when he was still alpha. He noticed the old one was back, and he greeted Ana in a way that was a little more pup than strictly necessary, echoes of his youth in a quick wag of his tail once or twice. Then he sat and looked aloof and majestic with his tail around his haunches. All this time he was deliberately ignoring the squirrely one down there by the water, because she had 'new' and 'scared' all over her, and he didn't think looming was going to help.
After a few moments of impatient yipping from the pack a few hundred yards back in the wood, the black wolf picked himself up, gave himself a big dog's shake from ears to tail, and headed back in that direction, obviously expecting anyone with a ears to hear would follow. He was actually confident the grandmother would handle it, a hope he communicated with a little flick of one ear in her direction, nice and hopeful, before he loped off in his awkward, limping gait.
They would go around the perimeter a few times under the moon, and everyone would feel better. Then there was BBQ at dawn, and they could have a chat with squirrely-and-starved.