By the first morning light Alfred's near exhaustion but his body won't let him rest. His mind constantly replaying the events of the night before and what could have been. Even when they settle by a small creek to bury the child his mind is in turmoil. "So can I see your head now?" Allistor asks kneeling down to the Omega. "Alfred?"

"Hmm?" Alfred answers his eyes coming back into focus. "Yeah?"

The fox takes his chin. "Let me see yah." He turns the younger man's head to get a better look of the wound hoping that the Omega won't join the child. "Well it'll be a nasty scar but besides that you'll be fine." The Alpha manages a smile while the other two finish burying the body. "So why don't we start at the beginning?"

Alfred slaps the Alpha's hand away. "Maybe I don't want to." He says looking down at the water beside him. "Maybe I want to be left alone."

The three Alphas exchange looks before Gilbert speaks up. "Maybe we know that if we do that you'll be dead in a matter of days."

In a flash Alfred's head whips around. "I'm not helpless."

"Then who are you? Cause we know you're not from one of ours." Abel rubs his back on a tree nearby before letting out a gentle purr. "It's clear you're not a pure bred either."

After thinking over his options the Omega nods. "My mother was a Fox and my father is a Wolf so like I said I'm not a helpless Omega that needs some…"

"Think of us as nomads."

"That also know how to use a knife or two." Gilbert adds with a laugh. "So since you're a half breed that takes out about two dozen places."

Alfred's not sure what to make of the three in front of him nor can he take his eyes off of the Albino's right leg. It's white with spots of deep black scars etched into it and every so often the Alpha touches a spot on it gently. From where he's standing they almost appear to be bold crosses. "What's up with your leg?" He says after a moment.

Gilbert blinks. "Don't change the subject. We're talking about you not me right now."

"Yeah but if I'm going to trust you I need to know more about you guys as well."

"Well you know I'm a Blue Starlight." Abel starts as he cleans his hands in the creek. "The white haired guy is one of the oldest living Black wolves you'll ever meet." Gil rolls his eyes but smiles none the less. "And the other guy well…he's a great spell binder from-"

"Oi don't go making up shit now." Allistor interrupts as he pulls apart a tree branch and leaves off of a Ash tree. "Spell binder my arse." He ties the branch into a small tree doll while he continues. "My name is Allistor of the Silver Snow. Nothing more and nothing less." He lays the doll down on top of the grave. "Now that you know who we are it's time we know what clan you're from."

Rubbing the back of his neck Alfred turns away. He's unsure if he should tell the truth. "Well I'm from Crimson Oak but um…"

Abel lets out a whistle. "Damn a breeder. Never thought I'd see the day."

"I'm not just a fucking breeder." Alfred snaps back, pointing a finger at the tall Neko. "Yeah my ass comes from the Crimsons but that doesn't mean I'm some whore for other tribes to use."

Abel throws his hands up in mock surrender while Allistor pulls out a small bag of tobacco. "No one called yah a whore." He rolls a small amount into a white paper before bringing it to his lips. "If you don't want to go back that's fine with me."

"They wouldn't take me back anyway. I was sold to someone in the Yellow er tribe?"

"They're more like a huge ass kingdom than a tribe." Gilbert takes the cigarette from his friend. "Since you're probably talking about the Yellow Sunflowers." When Alfred nods Gilbert rubs his temple. "And let me guess…you were sold to the princess too right?"

Again he nods. "But they'll think I'm dead or lost like the others."

"Or they'll hunt us down and rip us limb from limb." Abel says pulling off his worn jacket. "Those lions can be very territorial when it comes to what they see as theirs."

"Unless you'd rather be one of ours?" It's a joke but it still earns the Alpha a quick slap to the back of the head. "What?"

Alfred jumps to his feet. "Sorry but I'm not interested." While he says it his mind comes up with a plan. "Unless…" He sees the Wolf's eyes light up. "Okay so my brother lives high in the northern mountains. If you can get me there I'm sure we could work something out."

Finishing his cigarette Allistor shakes his head. "You ain't a whore remember?"

"I'm not. I just know how Alphas think is all." He expects to see lust in their eyes but instead the three turn to go deeper into the woods. "Uh…"

Allistor turns back. "Come on Lad we don't have all day."

"I get that but," Alfred says running to catch up with them. "Do we have a deal?"

Abel stops looking back at him. "We'll take you there kid. You have our word on that as for any deal…that's up to you. We don't really care either way since it's your body not ours."

They're nothing like what he's been told about Alphas. His elders for years told him how Alphas especially high ranking ones are like toys to be played with. Once tempted with a prized Omega they can be used at whim yet all three don't seem phased by him at all. "Maybe," he thinks, "it's because they're outcasts." One of the few colorless groups that litter the land and if that's true...they might be his ticket to freedom or at least he hopes they are.