The Stowaway

Midnight returned to his quarters and strolled down the empty halls until he reached his private suite.

"Alpha," came a voice from just off to the side, and Midnight turned to see his first officer, his head bowed low.

"Silver is the Moon; you know it is inappropriate to call me Alpha. We only have one after all," smirked Midnight as he turned away from his friend and disappeared into his room, leaving the door open for the other male.

"You are our Alpha. The one on the planet is nothing compared to you," said Silver with a shrug of his shoulders as he followed his leader into the room.

Midnight only grunted as he removed a device from inside his nostrils. His ability to scent things was too strong to be able to allow him to leave the ship without taking some form of precaution. Too much stimulus, and he was more than likely to fly into a rage as a result.