The sun beats down on the three travelers as they make their way across the open lone prairie. Every once in a while one of the men stop and look around before continuing on. After five years they've gotten use to their routine of each one taking turns in case there's a sign of either danger or a chance meal. They were once proud Alphas but now after being forced from their tribes are nomads searching for a place to call their own.

As the sun goes down they make camp near a large single oak tree before one disappears out into the growing darkness. "Any of that squirrel left?" A lean red haired man asks as he stretches hoping to hear a crack. "Oi Albino are yah listening?" His green eyes turn the Alpha stoking the fire.

"I'm listening." The man says as he rocks back onto his knees. "There's a little left but we should go hunting soon since well…we have that crow." He points at the dead black bird by his large metal knife. "It's not much but, hey Abel likes is."

"Abel's a cat." The first Alpha says pulling out his own blade. "The lad will eat most shit put in front of him."

"Well won't you too?"

It gets a dark glare. "What?"

The Albino stands up and wipes the dirt from his hands. "Don't take it as an insult. You're a fox. Fox eat most shit therefore like the Neko you'll eat the crow." He smiles innocently knowing that his companion can be quick to temper at times. "Or you can have the last little bite of squirrel, your choice Allistor."

Allistor thinks it over as he watches one of the moons start to rise over the flat land. "I'll take some of the fucking crow." He says with a grumble as he leans on the oak tree. "Where is that cat anyway?"

"Probably scouting out ahead or trying to catch mice." The Albino named Gilbert answers as he starts to pull the feathers from the bird. "Or," He says with a slick smile. "Trying to catch himself a mate."

It gets a chuckle from the fox. "Yeah Omegas are all over this god forsaken place," he says as he waves his hand. "Haven't seen one of them since my tribe burned to the ground."

Gilbert watches as the red haired fox looks off into the distance. He wants to say something but unlike Allistor, Gilbert was cast out of his village. "We could find a little spot of dirt and settle down." He says after a few moments of silence. "You could grow your herbs and mystic shit."

"While you go off and steal a mate or two?"

"Two?" Gilbert asks with a laugh as he slices the crow apart. "Who wants to deal with two mates? I'm not one of the Avians who need five mates to feel special." He licks away the blood running down his arm. "One would do it I even get that."

Alistair's mouth starts to water as he watches the bird roast on the open fire. "One would be nice but that bird would be nicer right now."

"No some beer would be nice right now." Gilbert says as he tosses his companion a leg of the crow. "Or you know get one of those 'special' Omegas."

Allistor shakes his head as he pulls the meat off bone. "I don't want a chicken for a mate. No point in them since they make large ass…" He stops as Gilbert smiles. "You are a disgusting fucker."

"You eat the other species of chickens and eggs."

"That's different asshole." He says as he wipes his mouth while the other moon starts to rise above them casting more light onto the world below. "I'm a predator but not that kind of one."

Gilbert shrugs before smelling something upwind. "Smells like Abel found something good," he says as he pulls apart his own meal. While the smell of blood grows stronger their companion has yet to return. "This doesn't seem right."

"I agree…" Allistor slides his blade into his belt as his eyes scan the surrounding area for any moments. "Oi Abel." It could be foolish if any other predators are out in the moonlight but he's sure if there is they can take them easily.

Both listen with perked ears. "Hear anything?"

"No." Inhaling Allistor helps the other to his feet. "Let's go find his sorry arse."

Gilbert rubs his right leg before picking up his knife hoping that the Neko hasn't gone far. "I swear if he's stuck up in a god damn tree I'm going to slice his tail off."

"Oh not his dick?"

"He doesn't use that anyway so there'd be no point." Gilbert says with a smile, but that smile doesn't last once a shot rings out in the distance. "Shit."

In a flash Allistor takes off towards the sound, praying that he won't have to use up what little magic powder he has left to save the Neko. "Abel." He says hearing screams and cries of a large party. "Damn it Abel." He says before being shoved into the tall grass. "Get off of-" He stops seeing his friend's blue eyes. "What?"

"Bandits and they're after Omegas by the look of it." His whisper nearly unheard as more shots are fired making both of them duck. "We might be able to take what they leave behind."

The fox nods as he counts heads seeing that they're clearly out numbered. "We'll have to."

"Since when are we scavengers?" Gilbert asks joining the pair.

"Since they have guns." Allistor says as the screams continue. "Even if we wanted to help they'd have us dead in a few minutes."

"Oh please we can."

While the two bicker Abel notices two bodies race away towards a muddy river bank. "Hey," He says to the others. "They're escaping." He watches at the two fall into the mud from either a loss of blood or in an effort to hide. "Might be Omegas."

"And they might be hurt."

There's no argument so once the clouds hide both moons they make their ways down to the muddy river bed hoping not to be seen or heard by the bandits. They fear that the two could be dead but there caked in both mud and blood are two Omegas. "Get back." The older of the two manages as he holds tightly to the child in his arms. He tries to force a growl as the blood flows from a cut above his blue eyes.

Out of instinct Allistor reaches out and touches it before looking back at the carnage behind them. He can't tell if it's a flesh wound or something more but, either way he can't leave them and he knows his brothers feel the same. "It's either us or them and I don't think they're as nice as we are."

The Omega looks down at the young girl in his arms before letting out a pained sigh. "Fine but I don't trust you."

"Yeah," Gilbert says helping them into the safety of the river. "We've heard that before."