The large grey brute had been working on rebuilding strength in his injured limb. He knew that because he had been stupid and gotten himself hurt was no excuse for not being in good fighting shape, and it went beyond the brute’s judgement to be left in a vulnerable position where he could not properly defend himself. The grey titan had not let something like this happen to him before, he was usually in perfect control of his emotions, but something in him had snapped and he had been unable to control himself. Something had happened in him, and when his madness made him snap, he apparently lost all sense of his fighting skills. He had been injured severely, and may have died without the unlikely help of a stranger. But now he realized how foolish he had been, and he would make sure that it would never happen again. He did not want the other members of his pack to know, not because he was the type to keep secrets from them, but because he was embarrassed by what he had let happen, and he knew that it was going to be a onetime occurrence.

Almost all of his injuries had fully healed, just leaving behind some more scars to add to his already present collection. Scars was not something the brute was ashamed of, they showed that he was a survivor, that he was strong and a fighter. Now when Grey Wind walked through the trees of Abendrot’s territory, he no longer limped but sometimes if he ran too much it would still cause him pain. He had been able to easily go back to hunting on his own, making sure that his body stayed well-muscled and strong despite what he had let happen to it. As the large brute ran through the thickly settled trees, he could feel the muscles working throughout his bodice, especially the one in his hind limb. It felt good to feel his muscles working properly again, to feel the strength that had returned to his form. Fighting had been something he was always easily good at, it came naturally to him, to find where his opponent was weak and to take them down. Or to injure them enough where it then became a game. Either way worked fine for him, it all depended on what type of mood he was in at the time. Sometimes a quick and painless death was on the agenda, other times, it took him a little longer to let the life of his enemy slip away.

Rain began to slowly come from the sky, something that was not uncommon in these parts. At first it was slow, and did not reach the grey pelt of the brute as the trees took most of the water, but then it picked up, and he began to get wet. The vargs that lived in Abendrot had to be used to heavy rain, otherwise they would spend most of their time hidden in their dens with how often it stormed here. The brute let out a satisfied growl as the rain soaked his pelt, making him feel clean as only fresh rain could. A howl rang through the trees that caught Grey Wind’s attention. He would be able to recognize the call of his High Commander from anywhere, and this call was one that demanded immediate attention. It was rare that a call from Marx did not demand immediate attention actually, and the brute was not about to begin ignoring the superior soldier’s orders.

Grey Wind was glad to hear the call of Marx. He liked the other brute, and he knew that he was in charge of training the soldiers and the grey brute knew that he was good at his job. He quickly turned around, heading in the direction of Marx’s call as a strike of lightning lit up the sky. His paws carried him quickly, leaving paw prints in the mud as he ran through the trees. It was easy for him to pick up speed despite the close proximity of the foliage, Abendrot had been his home for long enough that he could pick his way through it with his eyes closed. As he approached where Marx had called from, he was surprised to catch an unfamiliar scent. When he stepped through the trees, his grey pelt dripping with water from the rain, he saw a small pup, a female with bright blue orbs with the other brute. His yellow orbs examined the pup before turning towards Marx, dipping his head respectfully to the other soldier. ”Hello Marx, it is good to see you. Who’s this with you?” He decided to stay standing, not wanting to get himself too covered in mud before he knew what Marx had planned for the soldiers today.