The brute did not understand why she was asking about his mother. It was not often that others asked about his past relationships and he was not used to talking honestly about his past and his family. But he didn’t think that explaining a relationship that a pup has with their mother was something that others would not understand. But then again he had had a good upbringing, despite the war that had destroyed his family and any hopes of him becoming leader of the pack someday. But Macaria grew up in SawTooth, where the wolves were supposed to be sickeningly sweet, kind, loving, overwhelming, suffocating. Surely this female’s mother had been all of that. Her voice changed when she talked about her mother, her lyrics going cold and hard, a way that she had not yet spoken to the male. “My mother…is not important.” It was clear that they did not have a relationship, which could be used to Grey Wind’s advantage. The less ties she had at home, the less wolves to miss her, the better for him. He did not want to deal with a grieving and suffering mother pining over their lost child. But he also needed to remember that she had other family in SawTooth as well. Her father and her aunt. Hopefully they wouldn’t cause too much trouble for him.

Grey Wind picked up on Macaria’s unease and discomfort when they reached the borders of Abendrot. When he assured her that she would be safe here, as long as she stayed with him that was, he heard her breathe a sigh of relief and a smirk appeared on his features. She was already beginning to trust him even if she didn’t realize it yet. She should know that entering this pack, even with a packmate at your side, was always a dangerous endeavor. If Kershov happened to run across them and asked him to tear the girl’s throat out, he would not hesitate for a second. But clearly the female did not realize the territory she was entering and the true type of wolves that lived here. But of course it made his life easier that she was so compliant. Dragging an unconscious body through the trees would still pose a challenge with his injured limb, so it worked to his advantage to continue leaning on the smaller female for support. As they reached his den and he saw her hesitation again, he once again used sweet words to assure her that she was doing the right thing. The brute knew that once she stepped inside his space, there would be no leaving unless he permitted it.

Once Macaria stepped inside the den, Grey Wind had to hold in his sadistic smile, pushing through the foliage as well as he made his next move. When he lunged at the unsuspecting female she let out a scream when his larger form knocked her to the ground. The sound was like music to his ears as he purred and let his daggers dig into her flesh. Another cry escaped her small lips and an instinctual growl escaped from his throat. He once again was glad that his den was secluded from others. He did not need unwanted company to come and interrupt him. When Grey Wind successfully heard the sound of a pop as her limb was dislocated, he backed off, letting his larger form block the entrance, making the den even darker than it was before. Macaria let out pitiful little whimpers as he informed her that she would not be leaving in the near future. His form went to ground in front of the den, ensuring that if she tried to sneak past him while he dozed that he would know and be able to stop her. His yellow orbs watched as she shakily stood, and he was actually impressed by her strength. He was not expecting it of her, and he had to say he was impressed as she relocated her own limb. Yes, she did let out another scream and pass out, but she had done it. A task that very few would be able to do to themselves.

The brute lay his head on his paws, letting his orbs close but not going into a deep enough sleep to allow her to escape. Grey Wind had trained himself to be able to rest, but still be alert to his surroundings. A soldier could not fall asleep and let the enemy slip by and take advantage. He also did not sleep as long as most would, but instead slept for shorter periods of time more often and sporadically so others would not pick up on a routine and pattern of his life. When he woke not too long after he stood and stretched his limbs, letting out a growl at the pain that sparked through his body from the multiple injuries that had only begun to heal. His orbs focused on the female that was in his den, and he smirked at her and the situation. The first female he had in his den and it was one that he was holding prisoner, not one that was a lover or a mate. If she was not already awake he waited until she was to address her again, not waking her. Her unconscious form looked pretty pathetic honestly. Her smaller frame slouched on the ground, looking smaller than ever, and he wondered what the others in his pack would think if they found out that this female had been the one to save his life. When she did wake, his yellow orbs were there, staring her down, inspecting her. ”So Macaria, welcome to your home for the unforeseen future. I would like to inform you that if any escape should be attempted by you, I will do more than just dislocate a limb. So it is with your best interest to stay close sweetheart.” The brute sat back down, not blocking quite as much of the den’s entrance this time. He felt awake and refreshed and knew if she made a run for it that he would be able to take care of it, despite his injuries. A grin appeared upon his features as he continued to watch her, waiting to see if she would speak or cry or do anything at all.