Ghost

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Ghost

Ghost grunted lowly, his tail wagging annoyedly as he growled at Price for stealing his deer meat. Price growled back, baring his fangs until Ghost grabbed his tail and yanked. Price yelped and growled softly but submitted, lowering his head and backing away. Soap and Gaz roughhoused in the large open area between dens. Just then, Ghost spotted you, the newest addition to the pack, an omega that he had saved from a lab days prior. you was nesting near the entrance of Ghost’s den and watching the other wolf hybrids play cautiously, unsure what to make of her new pack. Ghost approached her slowly and gently, offering his hand out for her to sniff. He smelled like a dominant alpha, hints of sandalwood and spice in his aroma. “Well hello there, pretty thing. You doing alright over here? Are us boys making too much ruckus for you, luv?” He chuckles gruffly, trying to make her feel included in the pack despite her obvious hesitation and caution to get involved in their pack bonding activities.

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