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Alpha Wolf Keith
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Family, friends, found packs, fluff, platonic and romantic courting, HCs galore
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Alpha Wolf Keith
Family, friends, found packs, fluff, platonic and romantic courting, HCs galore
Keith has learned that adults treat him very differently when he is not with a parent. They don& #39;t look at him, not even his way. He could be right next to them and they& #39;ll be too fixated on the sky or even the floor. Anything that isn& #39;t small, messy, and obviously hungry.
The only time adults will pay attention to him or the other strays he& #39;s been hanging out with is when they all get too rowdy. If they& #39;re playing too rough or climbing trees or hopping over fences.
It& #39;s the only way to get them to acknowledge that they& #39;re very much still alive.
It& #39;s the only way to get them to acknowledge that they& #39;re very much still alive.
It& #39;s also a good way to sometimes get food or water. Since the idiots will throw what they have in their hands if they annoy them just right.
Yes, half-filled water bottles bruise but if it& #39;s the price to pay on a hot summer day then so be it.
Yes, half-filled water bottles bruise but if it& #39;s the price to pay on a hot summer day then so be it.
The same goes for apples or pears, even oranges sometimes too. He would much rather take a hit and eat something that hasn& #39;t been tossed in the trash yet.
But sometimes he doesn& #39;t get to make that choice. He& #39;s too hungry to even plan any sort of scheme to get the right reaction from someone and he& #39;d rather search alone so he doesn& #39;t have to share his findings.
He& #39;s long since learned that if he& #39;s going to be having trash for dinner then it is better to check the nice houses. Not only are their alleyways cleaner but he rarely bumps into another stray. Another sorry kid who& #39;s parent either left them or maybe the kid left home.
Keith doesn& #39;t like spending too much with them. They get weird and start talking about packs and sides and solidarity. Nothing Keith is interested in. He would just like to find a meal and a safe place to spend the night.
He& #39;s trying his best to balance himself halfway between a large bin when his ears twitch at the feeling of a pair of eyes on him. He whips around quickly, already hissing at whoever is there, warning them that he is not in any mood to deal with them!
But no one is there. He *does* however, notice a brown paper bag sitting on the top of an empty, upsidedown apple crate near one of the other bins.
He sniffs the air, looking for someone& #39;s scent but all he can smell is old and dry food. So he hops off the bin and carefully --
He sniffs the air, looking for someone& #39;s scent but all he can smell is old and dry food. So he hops off the bin and carefully --
approaches the brown bag.
He looks around, searching for any noise, a scent, any trace of someone still watching. He snatches the bag and runs.
Keith doesn& #39;t stop until he& #39;s at the small park at the edge of the neighborhood and is sitting under one of the few large trees.
He looks around, searching for any noise, a scent, any trace of someone still watching. He snatches the bag and runs.
Keith doesn& #39;t stop until he& #39;s at the small park at the edge of the neighborhood and is sitting under one of the few large trees.
Sniffing at the outside of the bag tells him that there is something with ham and cheese inside, maybe even strawberries?
He finally opens it and finds a smoked ham and cheese sandwich cut into two triangles in a plastic baggie, a small bag of chips, --
He finally opens it and finds a smoked ham and cheese sandwich cut into two triangles in a plastic baggie, a small bag of chips, --
and a glass jar with strawberry yogurt.
There is even a spoon and a napkin!
This was somebody& #39;s packed lunch...
Sure sucks to be them.
There is even a spoon and a napkin!
This was somebody& #39;s packed lunch...
Sure sucks to be them.
He rarely goes back to the same neighborhood after having been there the previous night. It& #39;s how one becomes prey.
But the ache in his belly is louder than the voice in his head. He thinks he finds the area he had been at last night, and it& #39;s even around the same time too.
But the ache in his belly is louder than the voice in his head. He thinks he finds the area he had been at last night, and it& #39;s even around the same time too.
He& #39;s tucked away by the bin he had been digging in previously when he hears the crackling of rough paper.
Keith carefully peeks from his hiding place and notices a man by the apple crate.
Keith carefully peeks from his hiding place and notices a man by the apple crate.
The man stands there for a moment, probably trying to sniff Keith out. But the trash from today should mask him just fine where he is.
Keith can tell by the man& #39;s tail and ears that he& #39;s some sort of canine.
Keith can tell by the man& #39;s tail and ears that he& #39;s some sort of canine.
Both sets are a dusty sunrise orange, his ears contrasting against his rose beige hair. He has light brown skin and eyes the color of--
He& #39;s looking right at Keith!
He& #39;s looking right at Keith!
Or perhaps just in his general direction. He& #39;s not moving any closer but Keith still tries to scoot back and tuck himself further behind the bin.
He peeks out once he& #39;s sure he& #39;s hidden much better this time, only to see catch the man chuckling and shaking his head.
He peeks out once he& #39;s sure he& #39;s hidden much better this time, only to see catch the man chuckling and shaking his head.
He smiles at Keith and sets a larger brown bag than yesterday& #39;s down on the crate. Then he& #39;s leaving after waving goodbye.
Keith doesn& #39;t move until the man is gone and he can no longer smell him even after he& #39;s standing right in front of the brown bag.
This time he takes it and walks to park.
This time he takes it and walks to park.
That night Keith enjoyed a warm chicken stew, even ate all the veggies and noodles in it. He drank all of the fruity pouch juice and still had room for the small slice of vanilla cake.
He sleeps better when his tummy doesn& #39;t keep him up.
He sleeps better when his tummy doesn& #39;t keep him up.
Keith has been sleeping a lot better since he started to visit the man with the brown bag.
Sometimes the man will beat him to the apple crate and leaves once he& #39;s seen the Keith is there to pick up his meal.
One night though, he didn& #39;t leave right away.
"Do you have any allergies?" He asked.
Keith stood in the middle of the alley, not hiding behind anything but not coming closer to the man.
"Peanuts? Shellfish? Wheat?" The man offers.
Keith shakes his head.
Keith stood in the middle of the alley, not hiding behind anything but not coming closer to the man.
"Peanuts? Shellfish? Wheat?" The man offers.
Keith shakes his head.
"In that case," The man leaves one of the two bags he brought with him tonight, "Enjoy your meal." he smiles and waves like he always does before taking his leave. Only this time, he doesn& #39;t move.
He does however take a few steps away from the apple crate.
The man is not intimidating in any way, but Keith is still wary of him as he steps closer. He wants that food more than he is afraid of the canine.
The man is not intimidating in any way, but Keith is still wary of him as he steps closer. He wants that food more than he is afraid of the canine.
Keith stands in front of the crate and looks up at the man. He must want something else if he& #39;s still there. So come on, spill!
Keith& #39;s tail twitches nervously and he crosses his arms, making it clear that he& #39;s not just going to take the food and run.
Keith& #39;s tail twitches nervously and he crosses his arms, making it clear that he& #39;s not just going to take the food and run.
The man hums softly and nods his head, taking a step closer to meet Keith halfway to the crate, their middle ground.
"I& #39;m Adam." Says the man, offering his hand.
"I& #39;m Adam." Says the man, offering his hand.
Keith looks down at it, noticing the man& #39;s upkept claws, a black braided bracelet, and the few calluses along his fingertips and palms.
His dad would frown at him if he chose to leave the man hanging. His mom would ask the stranger why he wanted to shake hands with her child.
Tonight Keith trusts dad. He shakes hands with Adam.
Tonight Keith trusts dad. He shakes hands with Adam.
After introducing himself and shaking hands with Keith, Adam still didn& #39;t leave. Instead, he told him how to get to the front of his house.
"It& #39;s the one with the flower wreath and the blue door," he said.
"So?" Keith tilted his head.
"So I& #39;d like to stop dropping your food off anywhere near trash for you. How about you come to pick it up by the door instead?"
"Same time?"
"If you just want dinner, yes. If you want breakfast and lunch you& #39;re going to have to swing by early in the morning and at noon."
"Same time?"
"If you just want dinner, yes. If you want breakfast and lunch you& #39;re going to have to swing by early in the morning and at noon."
So Keith does.
He starts coming into the neighborhood instead of staying in the back alleys. His food is waiting for him, always surprisingly still warm on top of a small table by the entrance.
He starts coming into the neighborhood instead of staying in the back alleys. His food is waiting for him, always surprisingly still warm on top of a small table by the entrance.
One hot day he even noticed an ice chest with multiple water bottles, sorted snacks beside his brown bag, and a "Thank you! :)" note for, if he had to guess, any delivery folks.
Does Adam just like feeding others? What a wierdo.
Does Adam just like feeding others? What a wierdo.
He was once outside in his front garden cleaning and moving plants around when Keith came to pick up his food and bothered Keith for one of the bottles in the ice chest that day.
Keith took two and brought them to him.
Keith took two and brought them to him.
Adam thanked him and asked if he wanted to eat his lunch at the garden table. Keith looked over at it and supposed it beat going all the way back to the park.
Keith ate his food slowly, watching Adam work.
Keith ate his food slowly, watching Adam work.
Adam kept mostly to himself and never bothered Keith with questions that Keith didn& #39;t deem important. Like the allergy question or the time he asked Keith what kinds of foods he didn& #39;t like.
Adam *gets* it. He understands that Keith is here for his food and that is *it*!
Adam *gets* it. He understands that Keith is here for his food and that is *it*!
So Keith feels comfortable coming back every day for his meal and taking up one of the seats in the garden.
He& #39;s in the middle of his breakfast when Adam opens up the large window near the garden table and leans over it with a smile.
"I got you something." He hums.
He& #39;s in the middle of his breakfast when Adam opens up the large window near the garden table and leans over it with a smile.
"I got you something." He hums.
"Is it more juice?" Keith asked with a smirk.
"I got you two things." Adam corrects himself after fetching some more juice.
He& #39;s silly.
Keith steps closer to take the juice pouch and waits for the other item.
But Adam doesn& #39;t elaborate.
"I got you two things." Adam corrects himself after fetching some more juice.
He& #39;s silly.
Keith steps closer to take the juice pouch and waits for the other item.
But Adam doesn& #39;t elaborate.
"Well?"
"Well, what?" Adam hums.
"What else?" Keith rolls his eyes but smiles.
"Oh, yes, right." Adam taps the side of his head and reaches down to pull out a brightly colored paper bag stuffed with white tissue paper.
"Well, what?" Adam hums.
"What else?" Keith rolls his eyes but smiles.
"Oh, yes, right." Adam taps the side of his head and reaches down to pull out a brightly colored paper bag stuffed with white tissue paper.
"It will be getting cold soon," He offers the bag to Keith, "I& #39;d hate for you to get too cold." Keith can see the sadness in Adam& #39;s eyes despite him offering Keith a kind smile.
Keith finds that a lot in Adam& #39;s eyes. Sadness, concern, even worry sometimes. Even past the smiles.
Keith finds that a lot in Adam& #39;s eyes. Sadness, concern, even worry sometimes. Even past the smiles.
It& #39;s strange. He got so used to no one ever looking at him that when Adam began to do it Keith couldn& #39;t help but look back.
He found kindness and care in a way that Keith didn& #39;t know he missed so badly.
Adam was the only person Keith interacted with most of the time--
He found kindness and care in a way that Keith didn& #39;t know he missed so badly.
Adam was the only person Keith interacted with most of the time--
and Keith could tell the man did his best to make sure Keith felt safe if only so that he would make sure he came back to take his food.
But why?
Keith took the bag and was impressed by it& #39;s weight.
But why?
Keith took the bag and was impressed by it& #39;s weight.
He dug inside and found a jacket and a pair of booties.
He traced the front of the jacket and looked up at Adam, with his ears flat against the back of his head.
This was his?
He could have it?
He traced the front of the jacket and looked up at Adam, with his ears flat against the back of his head.
This was his?
He could have it?
"Well try them on! I wanna see how fast you can run in your new boots!" Adam laughed.
Keith nodded and slipped the jacket on, instantly feeling how it warmed his cooled arms, back and chest.
The shoes were a little big but nothing that had to be mentioned.
Keith nodded and slipped the jacket on, instantly feeling how it warmed his cooled arms, back and chest.
The shoes were a little big but nothing that had to be mentioned.
His tail was wagging and he was so warm and cozy that he was even excited to try sleeping tonight knowing he& #39;d be warm and fed.
"Thank you, Adam!" Keith looked up at the man and seeing the tears in Adam& #39;s eyes shook him.
No! Why? Did he mess up!? He said & #39;thank you& #39;!
"Thank you, Adam!" Keith looked up at the man and seeing the tears in Adam& #39;s eyes shook him.
No! Why? Did he mess up!? He said & #39;thank you& #39;!
Keith stepped closer to the window and reached up for Adam.
"Adam?" Keith frowned and seeing Adam cry was making his chest hurt.
He whined softly and nosed at the other canine& #39;s hand.
Adam patted his head and wiped at his eyes. "I& #39;m sorry," He smiled and sniffled.
"Adam?" Keith frowned and seeing Adam cry was making his chest hurt.
He whined softly and nosed at the other canine& #39;s hand.
Adam patted his head and wiped at his eyes. "I& #39;m sorry," He smiled and sniffled.
"I& #39;m just happy you liked your gift."
It felt true. Honest, like everything Adam had ever shared with Keith. Adam really was happy that Keith liked his gift. And seeing Adam smile again made Keith happy.
Keith& #39;s tail wagged and he hugged Adam& #39;s arm tightly.
It felt true. Honest, like everything Adam had ever shared with Keith. Adam really was happy that Keith liked his gift. And seeing Adam smile again made Keith happy.
Keith& #39;s tail wagged and he hugged Adam& #39;s arm tightly.
A few days after getting his jacket, Keith and Adam are both sitting out at the garden table sharing lunch together.
Before Keith knew it he was sharing all of his meals with him.
"Y& #39;know, there& #39;s someone who I would really like you to meet," Adam said one evening.
"Who?" Keith asked with his mouth still very much full.
"My mate." Adam smiled.
"You have a mate!?" Keith spat and almost choked on his drink.
Adam laughed loudly and gently patted Keith& #39;s back.
"My mate." Adam smiled.
"You have a mate!?" Keith spat and almost choked on his drink.
Adam laughed loudly and gently patted Keith& #39;s back.
"Yes, I have a mate. We& #39;re married too. What did you think I could run a house all by myself?"
"Do you have a pack too?" Keith turned to him and Adam shook his head.
"It& #39;s just us two. Two Betas."
"You& #39;re a Beta!?"
Truly a day of discoveries.
"Do you have a pack too?" Keith turned to him and Adam shook his head.
"It& #39;s just us two. Two Betas."
"You& #39;re a Beta!?"
Truly a day of discoveries.
"Is it not obvious?" Adam tilted his head with an amused grin.
"I thought you were an Alpha!"
"Why is that?"
"Alpha& #39;s are cool!"
"Aww, and I& #39;m cool?" Adam chuckled.
"Yeah. Like dad." Keith smiled.
"I thought you were an Alpha!"
"Why is that?"
"Alpha& #39;s are cool!"
"Aww, and I& #39;m cool?" Adam chuckled.
"Yeah. Like dad." Keith smiled.
"Like dad?"
Keith sat his food on his plate and frowned down at the grass.
"Where& #39;s dad?" Adam asked softly after a torturous silence.
"I don& #39;t know." Answered Keith, "He just never came back."
Keith sat his food on his plate and frowned down at the grass.
"Where& #39;s dad?" Adam asked softly after a torturous silence.
"I don& #39;t know." Answered Keith, "He just never came back."
"And mom?"
Keith looks back up at Adam and then up at the sky.
"She& #39;s who keeps me safe. It& #39;s what dad had said."
"She& #39;s done a good job at it." Adam nodded.
"She& #39;s probably who sent you." He smiled at Adam.
Keith looks back up at Adam and then up at the sky.
"She& #39;s who keeps me safe. It& #39;s what dad had said."
"She& #39;s done a good job at it." Adam nodded.
"She& #39;s probably who sent you." He smiled at Adam.
