The large brute was heading back from his unexpected meeting with his king. He knew that something was up with Kershov, it was just a matter of finding out what was bothering the brute. He had never had a close relationship with the alpha, but he was completely loyal to the male and the pack that he led, and he would do anything for the white titan. The grey brujo was surprised when Ker had demanded his presence, but was pleased when he had been called. Grey Wind had never feared Kershov, there were no lupines that he feared, but he definitely felt more comfortable around the mysterious warrior after their conversation.

As the brute’s thoughts wandered he broke out into a run, sweat coating his skin with the heat of the day blazing on his thick pelt, but he did not care. It just felt good to be free and be able to do what he wanted, to go where he wanted. Grey Wind had followed Ker all the way to Sacred Stones and so it took him a little while before he knew he was getting close to Abendrot’s territory. Why his king had chosen the stones to meet was beyond Grey Wind, as it was one of the farther points away from Abendrot’s territory, but he would never question the motives of the alabaster titan. He was panting heavily now, tongue lolling lazily out of his mouth as he slowed his run to a slower trot. The strain felt good on muscles that had been so inactive recently. Finally the stream at the edge of Abendrot’s territory came into site and Grey Wind quickened his pace again, wanting to have a drink.

When the brute reached the stream he bent down to drink, lapping at the cool water as the wind blew towards him, carrying the scent of the many lupines of Abendrot, and the scent of stranger. Grey Wind looked up quickly, yellow orbs expecting to see someone at the borders, waiting, as they should. But he was shocked and instantly angered to see that someone had crossed the obvious borders and gone into the pack’s territory. Grey Wind ran through the stream, water splashing onto his pelt, cooling his still sweat-damp skin. He could see that the foolish female was crouched low and submissive and her whimpers reached his audettes. His ears perked at the sounds, relishing in her frightened vocals. ”Why did she not just leave?” It was obvious that this girl realized she was within the lands of a pack, but instead of leaving like she should have done when she reached this realization, she stayed, cowering and whimpering.

It took only seconds for Grey Wind’s large frame to reach her cowering bodice. Without thinking the brute leapt on her, forcing her onto her back, a snarl escaping from his throat, baring his sharp ivories. His powerful jaws opened around her throat, letting the femme feel his teeth on her vulnerable neck, but not breaking the skin, but the threat obvious as he put pressure on her throat with his canines. He stayed like that for a moment, growling fiercely at her before lifting his head slightly. He could feel her bodice under his large paws, not letting her get up as his yellow orbs glared into her uniquely colored teal ones ”What are you doing in Abendrot territory stranger? Speak quickly before someone less caring than I finds you.” He ended his vocals with another growl, a snarl appearing on his face again as he forced himself to not harm the girl, yet anyways. He had to make sure she was not sent by Kershov before choosing how he might mark up the girl he now had at his disposal.

OOC: by the way I love your picture for her, it's very pretty ^.^ Hope this post is okay!! If there was too much god-moding feel free to change it up! And sorry for the delay in my response