Not so Lone Pack

The cliff

    A majestic beast perched boldly on the precipice. The snow glistened as brightly as his elegant golden brown-red fur. The mighty pack leader gazed lazily at his immense landscape. Mountains soared, creating cavernous valleys and jagged trails for his pack to thrive. The wind whistles through the valley, ruffling the leader's fur.
    "Getting some fresh air?", the beta asked shrewdly, walking up to the alpha. The golden brown-red fur stood on end in irritation of the beta disrupting the lonesome solace. 'Why is he even still beta... how troublesome...' thought the alpha as he rolled his eyes.
    "The elders are wondering when we are going on a hunt... shall I say soon?" List flicked his ear, a common action that annoys almost everyone but himself.
"We aren't moving until morning. I told them that, you too..." Lowell was overly annoyed by the disruption of his isolation.
    The elders seemed to loathe Lowell's position of power in the pack. They always give sideways glances when he walks by. He knows that his position as alpha was gained through unforeseen circumstances, but felt they should still show even the slightest respect. Lowell tries to stay on their good sides, but everything he does always seems to bother them.
    "Forget about the elders, Lowell. Just do what you feel like," List smirked. "Whatever you do or say, they have to do anyway... Take control!" List hopped up onto his hind legs to emphasize his words. As he fell back onto all fours, he thought, 'Yes... take control and ruin the pack. I'll be there to swoop in and save the day when you fail!' He laughed loudly as he walked back down from the cliffside.