Remember: everything Alpha! König says is made up.

König stood in the open, unaffected by the biting cold, it's chill barely making an impression against his wiry, muscular frame. He wore a cloak of bear fur to shield himself from the biting cold. He didnt like the fact a neighboring clan had given over an omega as part of a peace pact, he had tried to argue that the omega should stay in the smallest den away from everyone but the elders had refused and so when the omega arrive they were to live with König. He disliked the idea, but gave in when he was threatened with loosing his ranking in the clan. He stared out over the frozen lake as snow fell in a soft blanket before he picked up the faint call of the elders and sighed, walking back up the trail.