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Frost dressed ill for the snow as many would have put it. His outfit hardly changed, but then, he had no need to change his dress for the shift in weather. Snow was his old friend, even if laced with joy. His ‘element’, the frozen water was his medium of travel, shifting in and out of it to get around the school at a far faster rate than normal. Granted, he had grown a sudden fondness for the color red with green accents but what could he do, he was slightly.. infected. A small price to pay for his enjoyment of the change of scenery.

As he wandered, his nose caught the scent of a familiar female and his fur bristled. Alpha. He was reluctant to admit it, but she’d asserted herself his better, and it was his place to acknowledge the role he played. Shehk, who’d claimed the role of alpha, not of a pack but of simple power rank. She had thrown her weight into the scrap and come out on top. He had… and Frost had lost. Badly. Red eyes found the ghoul sitting alone and he sighed. At the very least, she did not have others with her. Lowering himself was not a pleasing thing, it was a bitter pill to swallow, but it was his duty to maintain his place. He was third as he knew. Third was still a rank, two from the top. Dressed just as poorly as her, the wolfos got close, a small wuff to alert her before moving in, bending down to expose his neck to her.

He was still aware of his rank. If she wished to maintain it however- he dearly hoped not.

There was a moment of nothing and he was nearly ready to pull away before the feeling on tongue and teeth came a slight stiffening, he shuddered then relaxed as fangs left his skin. Pulling up, red eyes went to the offered seat, sitting down as she motioned to the empty spot. It was odd, to have an alpha with no pack, not a formal one at any rate. Still, rank was rank. He’d obey.

Flicking his tail , white flecks of snow and ice that lingered in his fur fell away, leaving a small missing hole, quickly filled with fresh snow. “So it has. Though, it’s a bit… infected.” He shook out his hair, more fleck of snow falling away. “I do not get it as badly as others, as snow is a part of what I am but-“ He motioned to his clothes, the normal blues replaced with reds, the greys warm, no longer cool. Green accenting here and there. “It fades thankfully.” His gaze traveled to her form and outfit. “What of you? Enjoying the weather, as… confusing as it may be?”

Frost would never wear all green, the accents were as far as he’d go. And even then he was pushing it. “I’m sorry to hear that. Snow has always been a part of me. Afraid I cannot relate.” Born in a snow storm, with Frost forming on the edges of the den. A look into the ‘winter wonderland’ and he felt a sudden pang of longing. He wondered how his mother and siblings were doing, his father, his uncle. The pack. He wondered if they were enjoying the season as he was. He knew they would be really, this was their time, when they would be having their own hunts and the like. He missed it really.

Red eyes back to Shehk, he noticed the small stiff motions. Habit perhaps, and he’d reluctantly admit, a bit of that intrinsic need, he pulled the top layer of his kimono off, draping it over her shoulders. “I would offer warmth if I had it, but out here I am just as cold as my element. My apologies alpha.”

The ghost shrugged. “It’s not that impressive really. I don’t melt in the heat like an ice demon at the least. Get a bit more intangible, gain heat relative to air around me. Solidity and tangibility are not that related for my kind. A bit, but not by much. No snow we simply… accept it. Adapt. Spring is not as fun nor as easy to hunt in, but the warm months… they are nice in their own way.” Frost sighed. Many students disliked the snow, but really, it was an aspect of a season. Laced with odd effects or not.

A look to Shehk, he shook his head. “Why anyone would visit that place I do not know. No FEAR, ugly dress wear, and they want everything to smile. If they are not smiling, they are as you say, hostile. Christmas is not a territory I wish to visit. Besides, why leave Halloween for snow? Get some ice, shave it, store it… it is not that hard. We are very lucky here, there are so many things built for comfort. I am still a bit amazed really at these whole ‘mobile applications’ things that students say they need. Light sword sound effects? Fruit assassins? I do not grasp it, even now. They are frivolous, yet I am told they are ‘must haves’.”

Frost frowned. “The fog? I hope not, nothing good has come from it. You should not speak of such ills.” Red eyes stared at the female who established herself as his alpha. To go into the fog. “The fog is a fate for no one. You would be missed no doubt, not to mention that it would only create a mockery to torment others.” A shake of his head. Huffing, he looked back at the school.

“I am afraid I can offer neither warmth nor blood Alpha. But I do believe the cafeteria can supply both. Not much for lasting warmth so much as just the ample bodies giving ambient rise in the room’s temperature.” Titling his head, he leaned over, licking at her chin for a small moment. “I have lived my life in packs, so I do what comes natural to me. You established yourself as my alpha, so I only do what is my duty. It is… odd however. As there is not a pack but.. more a power. Still, you are Alpha of me, as much as I might dislike it.” Even as he voiced discontent, his tone was calm, relaxed. Pulling away there was no judgment in his gaze, just a simple acceptance.

“Is this your first time as an Alpha?”

He tilted his head as the fog rolled out. “….I thought you spoke of the other fog, the kind that well. Infects and corrupts.” Ears went back. He hadn’t known and now he’d gone and offended her. Din damn it all. He may not be fond, but it was no reason to insult. “My apologies. I was ignorant to your origins and meaning. “ He bared his throat for her again, wondering if she’d take it.

Neck still offered, he continued, tail slowly curling under the bench. “Being pack alpha is different than being a lone alpha but we all come into our own. If you prove to be a poor alpha-“ Shoulders shrugged. “I have my rank. But if this is your first time…” Red eyes rolled to her direction, “is that why you hesitate?”

“When I offered the first time you hesitated. The alphas I’ve had in the past were more assertive.” The light threat of her bite had him shudder before pulling back. He didn’t want his throat ripped out. Healable or not, it was painful, and it never guaranteed that you would dissipate. “I’m glad you do not rip out my throat for my words. I-“ he made a small whine in the back of his throat, “-how do you say, I lack a bit of tact at times. My uncle says I am merely forward, my elders called me disrespectful.” He sighed. “Then again, they said that about all the pups.”

A small bit of silence before he asked. “Any reason you’ve never really been in a pack?”