The Art Of Bickering

The next day, Scott's beta set out on a trail around the nearly deserted Blue Moon pack. He trudged through the empty fields and abandoned homes, feeling a heavy weight on his heart.

As he walked, he came across one of the elders who had been banished from the pack.

The old man was withered and worn, a testament to a life lived in the wild. He had a long beard that reached down to his chest, and his eyes were sharp, missing nothing. Despite his age, he moved with a quickness that belied his years.

As he walked along the trail, he suddenly stopped in his tracks as he caught sight of Scott.

The elder was there to collect the rest of his belongings, but when the beta saw him, he immediately confined the elder and demanded to know where he had been staying.

Despite the elder's initial reluctance to speak, the beta persisted, asking question after question. Finally, he threatened to beat the information out of the elder, and with a trembling voice, the elder revealed that he had joined th