He was, sadly, starting to get used to the presence of the little pathetic girl that happened to be his imprint. She took time to heal especially after getting sick but now she was starting to do better. She had a scar on her, which in his opinion improved her looks, at the very least it made her look tougher, and she wasn’t half starved looking all the time now too. He fed her good, made sure she ate all her meals so now she actually had some meat on her bones. He never had to take care of anyone, and he still really didn’t want to. It was just starting to slowly fall into his daily pattern though. Kill something bring it home, shove it in her stupid face, watch her eat then do whatever else he wanted to do for that day.

That was exactly what he was coming back from doing though, a pheasant was clutched in his maw as he moved back to the den he didn’t use to stay in ever. In fact he never used to be home at all. It wasn’t an issue with who led here and who didn’t. The recent struggle for leadership with Magnus was met with rolled shoulders and relief. His mother, while he out right ignored the fact that her and his replacements were around and now she was off her high horse and actually seemed she cleared out with the alpha. Good, he didn’t need her around, ever. Now he could do whatever he wanted without her likely judging his every mood and by hell if she ever caught sight of Fjallraven and her wimpy self. Not that he cared what she thought, not ever he didn’t give two shits about what that bitch thought of him. Nope.

So the new leader? Sure whatever he seemed cool, if not… Familiar didn’t they meet when he was kids? That was a strange though, Magnus wasn’t sure if he really remembered. It was so long ago when he had been waiting for Malina to come back and train him before he eventually just gave up. That brute from a distance certainly looked ordinary, maybe it was him. What was his name? It wasn’t Eden he didn’t think. But little did he know they had met as young children, not that it really mattered anymore.

He was coming back towards the den when he heard a disturbance. His hackles stood on end moving faster as he heard the shuffles and scuffling of something close by. He dropped the pheasant to the ground looking around white white and lime colored eyes. It was then something dashed towards him and out of reaction he leaped up and snapped at it catching the little things back leg and sending it into a spiral of scared squeaks kicking around in a terrified fury before he put it out of its misery with an audible crack.

Well lunch was covered now… but what was that ruckuss? Picking them both up he moved forward to see the most regrettable sight, the little fool laying on her back like some buffudled idiot. He dropped his kills to the ground staring at her with a face that showed his complete annoyance and lack of happiness to catch her in such a way. ”Let me guess…. You tried to catch this?” He shoved his paw at the now dead hare. and tripped over your own damn feet… for someone who looks built run fast you are the most clumsy creature I have ever seen.” He sighed obviously annoyed. ”Get you ass up… I brought the food, but with you better I am going to teach you to hunt if it kills you.” He moved towards her placing one of his paws on her and pushing her slightly. ”Come on I ain’t got all day.”