Biography
Sitting alone in the grass since he returned from Border Patrol, looking up at the moon. Alone as he, the moon felt indifferent as he to the others. He had walked the territory for what he felt must be the last time. Not because he was to die, no, but because he no longer felt connected to the pack that he lead. Not after what happened.
Soon he would leave, for soon his once beloved mate, Mocha would give birth to pups that Crowley was for certain were not his own. He had trusted Denali as a strong, capable Beta of his pack but now he could see he had been a poor judge of character. The sting of the betrayal was worse than the biting cold wind he endured as he sat there on the hill overlooking the pack Den, without the warm of the other's forms against his pelt. They would not see him there, wouldn't know to look for him before he was to far away to find. Crowley's pelt was as black as the dark cloak of night and the perfect cover for his moonlit walks. On Border patrol, he now searched for a new pack and home.
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