Ash had been with the pack for some time but had not yet chosen a den as his own, instead preferring to sleep along the outer edges of the den areas, leaving space for the smaller wolves, their families, the pups. However, he did occasionally venture in to socialize; he knew some struggled to acclimate to his size and overall appearance, so he did what he could to make it known that he had no ill intentions and that he was friendly.
So it was that he had wandered into the central space between dens, lying in the shade of a large tree, stretched out on his side, listening to the rousings of the wolves in the dens around him as the sun began to set. The colors of dusk illuminated the gold paint that trailed down his scruff like a shooting star and made him glow in the otherwise dimly lit shadows.
He knew soon the area would be quickened with the traffic of wolves coming and going, visiting, playing, romping, seeking others out. He didn't mind - he was far enough out of the way, and his shift was due to start in an hour or so yet. He had time to simply co-exist in peaceful silence and observe the others of his pack.
InGoodFaith
