Most vargs would feel some sort of guilt for hurting another being, especially one that was young and innocent as Macaria was. But Grey Wind was not like most. The world had been unfair to him and to everyone else that he knew, why should this female be any different? She was no different than the rest of the lupines that inhabited these lands, but if she did not yet know how cruel and tortuous this world could be, she was about to find out. In fact, Grey Wind was in a way doing her a favor. She could not survive this world if she was blinded and thought it to be sweet and kind and easy. He was teaching her, showing her how things in the world of the adults was, and she needed to be ready for that or else she would perish. The female should be thanking him that he was letting her learn this lesson from him while she was still young enough to thrive. A smirk appeared on his features at the thought of Macaria thanking him for the pain and fear that he had caused her.

Pain was starting to inch back through the brute’s body as his yellow orbs carefully watched the female that would be sharing his den for the unforeseeable future. Really what he wanted to do was lie down and go into a deep sleep, but he knew that was not possible right now. Even though he was not worried about being able to overpower the much smaller female, he would not be stupid and let his guard down. Mistakes like that is what could backfire against him. He saw Macaria, being the skilled healer that she was, fix her dislocated limb with a scream before she passed out and slumped to the ground. It was obvious that she was not made up of the tough material that was required to live in Abendrot, but yet here she was. And in a way, it was impressive that she was able to fix her own injury without the assistant of another healer. Grey Wind’s frame lowered to the ground, sighing as he made sure that his body stretched across the length of the den’s exit. He growled in pain for a moment as his muscles protested to the movement. He let his lids close, dozing, but keeping his audettes alert in case Macaria tried to escape, as fruitless as an attempt would be.

When the female awoke from her unconsciousness, Grey Wind’s orbs were fixated on her, and he let another warning growl out to her, to let her know that even if he seemed weaker at the moment, that he was not letting her go anywhere. She cowered at his threat, and a sadistic smile appeared on his features, glad that one small gesture was all that was needed to have control over her. Her whimpers were like music to his ears, and he spoke to her once more. The small femme nodded her head in understanding, questioning her fate. "Are you going to kill me when you are done with me? When I am no longer useful to you?" The male wanted to laugh, knowing that there was no way he could let her return to Saw Tooth unless he wanted to start a war between the two packs. If that was Kershov’s wish, then of course he would do so. But for right now, she was never going to be crossing Abendrot’s borders as far as he was concerned. ”Are you so anxious to leave my hospitality already? My company can’t be that bad can it?” He teasingly purred the words as he rose to his paws with a grimace. He limped slightly as he closed the gap between them in the already tight den. His nares reached towards her nape, inhaling her scent, which was still too strongly perfumed of SawTooth for his liking. He rubbed his pelt along her side, trying to push his scent upon her form. He did not need to attract the questions of his packmates if they caught the scent of SawTooth within their borders. ”Why don’t you just try and keep yourself of use to me, hm?” He whispered the words close to her ear, dangerously quiet, the threat did not need to be stated of what would happen to her when she was no longer needed by him.

The female turned the conversation to the state of his still bleeding wounds, and he was glad to see that she was still focused on her job as a healer. "You need to... you need to bathe. Bacteria loves blood and would grow too well and could invade your wounds. I will... redress your injuries afterward. I am thirsty anyway." He waited a moment before speaking, wondering if she was somehow trying to trick him into finding a way out. He figured as long as he kept her close to him that there was no danger in them leaving the den. He was not pleased that there was a chance that she could out run him. ”Fine, follow me. Don’t think of straying far or I’ll make sure your limb cannot be repaired.” Without an additional glance at her, Grey Wind turned to leave, assuming that Macaria would follow and acting like he could care less, but really he was keeping an eye on her. Once he was sure that she was closely behind him, he limped through the trees, forcing himself to bear weight on the injured limb in hopes that it would heal faster.

It took him longer than normal to reach the river that was close to his den. It frustrated him that he was not as mobile as he normally was. The brute walked into the chilly water, watching as it began to clear away the blood and dirt that covered his form. He turned his yellow orbs to the female’s, waiting to see if she was going to follow him into the water or not. He decided it was safer to have her in the stream with him. If she didn’t come in on her own, he would bark out a command for her to follow. The brute used his tongue and teeth to clean out the clumps of blood and dirt that had gathered in his pelt. When he was finally clean, he stepped out of the water, turning his attention to Macaria again. ”So, my sweet. What do you need to do now?” Grey Wind did not know much about the art of healing, and waited to see what she wanted to do to continue healing his wounds. The brute was surprised that the cold of the water, and the water itself, had made him feel better.