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The imposing canine in question took a step forward with a solemn seriousness on his face. Though his ribs glared through his thin pelt and skin, he did not look weak or in pain at each movement he made. Instead, he looked just as powerful as he always seemed to Quasi. He knew of his elder brother’s stories; before him, before his father even knowing of Quasi’s very existence, before Boreal even took his new name as the Alpha of the Pack. Literally before all of what happened because of Quasi had happened. He hadn’t even known of a world full of Wild Bloods before his mother revealed it to him, and with that knowledge was his stake in the claim of running with them due to the very same blood coursing through a portion of his veins. But he knew he could never amount to the canine his brother was— the Wolf, he was… beside Boreal, he truly was a lowly Omega… Not even good enough to be considered a part of the pack with a strong name, just a reminder of what he was, a “Quasi” Wolf. A half-breed outsider…
“Hey, Brook. How’s my Queen feeling?” His brother warmly greeted the brown and white She-Wolf, giving her an equally warm and affectionate hug and lick to the top of her head. Quasi looked away, struggling to quash the crushed and heartbroken feeling he felt right then.
Upon failing, he slowly sidled off to the side and out of his brother’s way— or to really keep a distance from his brother’s large Lion—like paws and claws. Maybe if he was really quiet and unobtrusive, he could make a quick and subtle get away and run off into the forest forever. Quasi didn’t feel too confident in his chances of survival when it came to his brother being privy to his feelings for Brook, so he almost kicked himself when he didn’t leave earlier. That’s what he gets for trusting in his brother’s usual routine timing…

“I’m doing better now that I actually ate something. Your brother is really quite a sweetheart, Boreal. How has he gone this long without another She-wolf noticing him, do you think?”
Quasi winced at Brook’s teasing question, his mind stressing towards the thought of Boreal finally figuring out his feelings and attacking him right then. I mean, why else would he have such a morose and foreboding expression on his face? Oh Fire, was he mulling over the idea in his head right now? He must’ve been in disbelief, that’s why he hadn’t taken action right then! He must’ve been thinking of getting Quasi alone to then murder him after he would confirm the idea— Oh Fire, help him—
“That’s quite relieving. I must thank him later.” His brother put a smile on his face, but Quasi could tell it was a fake one, which made his heart beat even faster—
“Does this mean you have news on the next migration? I’m raring to go whenever.”
Even Quasi could tell Boreal knew that was a lie, she was anything but ready to go on another long migration journey to an unknown new home. Especially since she was well along her way to having her first born! But Boreal shook his head and turned to look seriously at Quasi, who froze stiff in horror when his brother’s winter gray-blue eyes finally met with Quasi’s own stormy gray-blue ones. They were not happy in the least—
“Actually, I have to talk to Quasi about that.”
“Oh?”
They both were looking at Quasi now, Brook more so confused and interested while Boreal… Boreal looked solemn… He actually was going to take Quasi off to a well-secluded place in the forest! Oh Fire—!!!

Description
The imposing canine in question took a step forward with a solemn seriousness on his face. Though his ribs glared through his thin pelt and skin, he did not look weak or in pain at each movement he made. Instead, he looked just as powerful as he always seemed to Quasi. He knew of his elder brother’s stories; before him, before his father even knowing of Quasi’s very existence, before Boreal even took his new name as the Alpha of the Pack. Literally before all of what happened because of Quasi had happened. He hadn’t even known of a world full of Wild Bloods before his mother revealed it to him, and with that knowledge was his stake in the claim of running with them due to the very same blood coursing through a portion of his veins. But he knew he could never amount to the canine his brother was— the Wolf, he was… beside Boreal, he truly was a lowly Omega… Not even good enough to be considered a part of the pack with a strong name, just a reminder of what he was, a “Quasi” Wolf. A half-breed outsider…
“Hey, Brook. How’s my Queen feeling?” His brother warmly greeted the brown and white She-Wolf, giving her an equally warm and affectionate hug and lick to the top of her head. Quasi looked away, struggling to quash the crushed and heartbroken feeling he felt right then.
Upon failing, he slowly sidled off to the side and out of his brother’s way— or to really keep a distance from his brother’s large Lion—like paws and claws. Maybe if he was really quiet and unobtrusive, he could make a quick and subtle get away and run off into the forest forever. Quasi didn’t feel too confident in his chances of survival when it came to his brother being privy to his feelings for Brook, so he almost kicked himself when he didn’t leave earlier. That’s what he gets for trusting in his brother’s usual routine timing…

“I’m doing better now that I actually ate something. Your brother is really quite a sweetheart, Boreal. How has he gone this long without another She-wolf noticing him, do you think?”
Quasi winced at Brook’s teasing question, his mind stressing towards the thought of Boreal finally figuring out his feelings and attacking him right then. I mean, why else would he have such a morose and foreboding expression on his face? Oh Fire, was he mulling over the idea in his head right now? He must’ve been in disbelief, that’s why he hadn’t taken action right then! He must’ve been thinking of getting Quasi alone to then murder him after he would confirm the idea— Oh Fire, help him—
“That’s quite relieving. I must thank him later.” His brother put a smile on his face, but Quasi could tell it was a fake one, which made his heart beat even faster—
“Does this mean you have news on the next migration? I’m raring to go whenever.”
Even Quasi could tell Boreal knew that was a lie, she was anything but ready to go on another long migration journey to an unknown new home. Especially since she was well along her way to having her first born! But Boreal shook his head and turned to look seriously at Quasi, who froze stiff in horror when his brother’s winter gray-blue eyes finally met with Quasi’s own stormy gray-blue ones. They were not happy in the least—
“Actually, I have to talk to Quasi about that.”
“Oh?”
They both were looking at Quasi now, Brook more so confused and interested while Boreal… Boreal looked solemn… He actually was going to take Quasi off to a well-secluded place in the forest! Oh Fire—!!!