Upon first glance at the femme at the borders he thought, Why would someone like her come somewhere like this? Abendrot was not a place lupines went for a quiet pack life. Abendrot was in no way a cozy home for one to just settle in and have a family. And that’s why the brute loved it here, why it was where he belonged. It was not the type of pack where one went to have a loving and caring relationship with the alpha. It was exactly what Grey Wind needed. Ker was perfect for him and for the lands here. He was not overbearing, was not in your business unless it concerned him. He did not want to know about where you came from or what your past was, all that mattered was that you submitted and became his. Grey Wind did not know exactly when it had happened. When he had fully and completely submitted to his king. He knew it had happened though one day when his king had called him and he went to him instantly. It did not matter what the white czar asked of him, he would do it in an instant. Anything from scouting out an enemy pack to capturing and torturing and killing. Grey Wind would do anything for Kershov, would give his life for him in a heartbeat.

But at that moment Grey Wind was not thinking about sacrificing his life for Ker, though he knew he would do it. Right now he was curious about the female before him. The ess who was obviously beautiful at first glance, a female that stirred things deep within him, but again, why would one that seemed as sweet as her be here? As Grey Wind stared at her, trying to figure her out, he realized how empty her eyes were. Yes they were beautiful, a blue color that a weaker male could lose himself in, but empty all the same. There was no emotion in those pools, no purpose, not yet anyways. And that was when Grey Wind realized she would fit in perfectly here with Ker. Ker would show her, teach her, what she was meant for. And that was meant to serve him, to put her life for Abendrot and whatever Kershov needed and wanted. After a few moments the brute knew he was about to be joined by the brute he had been thinking about so much recently. His scent reached the grey brute’s nares and he knew that Kershov was there, was inspecting the new lupine, hopefully thinking the same thoughts as the grey male. The brute did not pretend to act like he knew Ker inside and out, but he thought that was understanding his king more with each meeting and felt that he knew a bit about how he thought now, how he worked. And right now Grey Wind knew that there was something up with Ker, something that he wanted to help fix. But he would never bring it up, never let on that he could tell something was, not wrong, but, different with his king. So Grey Wind acted like he always did around the other brute, like there was nothing going on.

And then Kershov was behind Grey Wind, analyzing the female. The brute’s audettes turned when he heard Ker approach, tail flicking in acknowledgment that his alpha was there. Even though the femme seemed harmless the grey brujo would not take his eyes off her, not trusting her. There was no one he trusted anymore, no one but his king. And then Ker smiled in the unique way that only one with his scarring could as he addressed the femme, “After you’ve stated your name and purpose, as Grey Wind as requested, submit.” The large grey brute remained silent, glancing over at his king for a moment, wondering how he was fairing, before turning his yellow orbs back to the striped female, wondering how she would react to the face of the lands leader. She shifted slightly as she spoke, Grey Wind’s lusty eyes watching her every movement, “Atticus…I’m here to join.” And then she had moved to submit to Ker, her blue orbs looking from him to the alpha, as if asking what she should do next. As she showed submission the brute decided that he liked her. It would be good for Ker to have…something…a plaything…like her, especially since Grey Wind could tell that his alpha had been off lately. And the femme was not bad to look at, maybe the brute would take some more private time to get to know her later on if she seemed interested in such an interaction. When his yellow orbs met hers for a moment he smiled coyly, seductively, at her, assuming that with his ranking eyes and looks she would understand exactly where his head was at. And then the brute looked back to the white titan, waiting to see how he would react to the femme’s submission and request.

OOC: don’t mind grey wind….he’s just a lusty horny little asshole sometimes XD