Ever since the fluffy Linx had grown past his first few years, he’d feared very little. The world was not something he worried about, nor had he ever been concerned about his place in the pack. To him, the world was a set quantity, and he is utterly secure in it. His ability to hunt had never been in question, and he’d never worried that he would become an omega...only those who truly failed at life became those, and he’d made his first hunt early enough to be exceptional.
Confident, strong, dedicated, Yermolai never wanted for anything, except perhaps… companionship. Well known as a loner, Yermy has never truly bothered to cultivate relationships aside from the professional and political, to ensure his position within the pack never faltered. Friendly enough, but distant to ensure that there is no possible way to think he was biased, or seemingly favoring one specific maer or bjorn over the other...with possible future application as a gamma, or perhaps even hi