I didn’t know what to make of it, actually i didn't know what to make of anything right now. The thought of Kong having gone off after a stray challenger had made me feel guilty - it was like I’d failed as an alpha. Failed him, and pushed everything upon his two shoulders. One wolf could only take so much. Maybe that’s why I wasn’t too surprised when I had turned up to an empty land; I found it as haunting as I did promising. A new start was all I could think of, and I knew it was going to be different from here on. I’d put my paw down, and I was going to take possession of the situation. I needed to prove I wasn’t a failure, to both myself and Kong. He’d done so much, and I was a little worried to face him. Each wound, scar, injury - It was because of me. He’d taken every hit that I should have received, and I prayed the result wasn’t horrifying. Not that I hadn’t been around fights before, but this time it was different. I actually felt guilty.

None of the emotions were clear though. My mask was empty and cold. I stared forwards with my deadly pale gaze and drew in the thick cologne of blood, loss, pain and death. The clearings always smelt like that, and it carried a unique scent that stuck thick to your pelt. Fear, that was the most sickening scent. It confused me at first, and made me grow slightly fidgety. I decided to excuse myself and I’d ducked away from the other wolfess.

I drifted across the lands like a silent hunter. A hard to break habit, a second nature of being nothing more than a shadow. One would generally feel at home in their own lands, but I wasn’t quite settled just yet - It made me slightly envious that some new alphas could settle in to the position, with no prior experience, and feel straight away superior and at home. I didn’t feel superior, I just felt like I carried the weight of having to promise a safe place for wolves to reside. That was probably another reason why I didn’t want to let just anyone in, I wanted others who would chip in and help. It was a nice picture I’d created in my mind, and I knew it could be realistic. Take time to get to know members, not just sit on a throne and stare down in private quarters until I grew bored and wanted to play around.

In a way I was a little weird. I felt limited emotions openly - I kept everything closed up. It wasn’t in my nature to really give a shit about anyone else, but I was slowly trying to teach myself to trust again. Trust. I trusted King Kong, and as far as I’m aware, he hasn’t betrayed me yet. He hasn’t attempted to overrule me or throw me out of my home. As I see it he could have done exactly that because of my absence, but instead he took to guarding the one place I’d finally been able to claim. He had gained something that not many others had - Actually, Angel was the only other wolf who’d gained my trust. That didn’t matter though, he just floated around like a shadow. I was a single demoness, taking up the place as an alpha. I had a feeling that’s why he stuck around as an omega in my pack. Just to make sure I wouldn’t be used or challenged by a hot-crotched brujo. It wasn’t that I was incapable, it was that I was all he had left right now. He really needed a life of his own, as was my final conclusion.

The forest around me seemed to thin, and as I drifted out of my thoughts I padded slowly in to view of the boarder. At first the same mix of smells hit me, and I saw the look on Kong’s face. That was when I realised I had no idea whether he’d been successful or not. I had yet to see the challenger, and if I had my way I’d give him a piece of my mind plus more. If that was the case, I’d refuse to let Kong fight again. I’d already been too late to stop him from going the first time.
Hesitantly I continued to watch him for a minute more. I’d let my guard drop, banner falling lazily behind my rump. There was no need to show rank right now. I didn’t like parading at the best of times, let alone in front of a friend. Yes, friend. It seemed so weird to weigh up in my mind, but I couldn’t think of a better word right now. It was a big thing for me to allow someone in to my life as I was openly willing to do with Kong, but first thing was first. I needed to assess the situation.. I knew the new born alpha side of me wanted to ask all about the challenged, but the freshly discovered caring side was what made me walk over to the brujo.

I twitched my scars up in to a small smile, before running my tongue tenderly over his muzzle. My nose wrinkled when I was rewarded with the metallic tang of blood, but I ignored any old urges and continued to clean his face up a bit more before returning to face him. I felt my mask fall in to something a bit warmer, and I tried to relax my posture. It was hard considering the only other brujo who’d just stood up for me was covered in a mix of a stray’s and his blood.

‘Kong.. I don’t think thank you covers it. I can’t believe I did this to you.’ I knew the choice of words wasn’t correct as I hadn’t done it physically, but mentally it was a different story for me. ‘After everything I don’t even know what to say. You need to rest and get cleaned up, and your wounds?’

Instantly I fell silent. I felt as though I was blabbering. Heaving a sigh I leant forwards and pressed the side of my face to his in a replacement for a hug. I didn’t want to touch him fully, it would probably just cause more irritation on the scars he‘d collected.

‘I’m sorry for all of the pain you’ve gone through. I don’t want you to leave, I can’t let you leave. I need you to stay here as my beta. I understand if you don’t want that role, but it’s always open for you to step up to. I can’t think of anyone more worth it than you.’

For some reason I felt if I clicked in to alpha mode, it would lock out the shock of what one wolf would do for a near stranger. I knew he wouldn‘t have fought just to leave, but I had a slight.. Fear. A fear that he’d just disappear to get back at me. King Kong was smart enough to read the sincerity I displayed in my occuli. All walls fell down as I let him in. I felt as though it was the only way to show how sorry I was.