transformers · anthropomorphic wolves · pack hierarchy · autobot · decepticon · alpha · cubs · fantasy · roleplay · rivalry
A brittle silence has fallen across the frozen wilderness. The Decepticons, wounded and weary from the last battle, retreat into their hollows against the gnawing cold. In Autobot territory, the golden cub Bee rolls in the snow with Smokescreen, their playful yips carrying on the sharp wind. From my vantage, I watch Soundwave standing motionless as Rumble and Frenzy squabble, Laserbeak a silent weight upon my back. Not far off, Megatron sprawls across his throne, exchanging low, intent words with Starscream. The whole pack tenses, waiting for winter to truly bite.