The male was surprised when Macaria first asked what was going to become of her. Surely she knew that Abendrot did not hold kind wolves. He had already kidnapped and hurt her, what more did he need to do to show that he owned her and was using her? She meant nothing to him, and it would be easy for him to dispose of her once she was no longer useful. There was a time when Grey Wind was different though. When he was just and fair like his father had taught him to be, and he never would have hurt another being an enjoyed it. He was meant to be the alpha of his home pack and to take care of those that were weak and in need. Once he was even capable of love. But he was no longer the same wolf. When his pack had been destroyed and his family had all been killed something inside him had snapped. He became more demonic and blood thirsty, taking his anger, hurt, and pain out on anything around him. And that was what had led him to Abendrot and Kershov. Grey Wind would have gone entirely crazy if he had not met his king. The white alpha gave him a purpose again and he was able to recover, to an extent.

And now Grey Wind found himself here, kidnapping a young female for his own purposes. As she whined in their conversations he knew that she was his. His words frightened her and she believed everything he said. As his larger form approached her, she closed her eyes and tried to make herself smaller, as if that would help her situation. Her fear only pushed him forwards, and a purr like growl escaped his throat as he rubbed against her, hiding the scent of Saw Tooth from her pelt. The brute was not entirely evil though. Sure he did get pleasure from bloodshed and being the one to cause it, but if there was a reason for it. And he would never take another female without their consent, he had never been that type. So he just made sure Macaria had his scent upon her pelt, and more importantly, Abendrot’s. He felt her head nod furiously under him, as if that would help her at, and he smirked as he turned and faced her again. Macaria made mention of his wounds and how they needed to go out and clean them, so with another threat to ensure she would stay with him, he led them out of the den.

As the pair walked through the trees, the female grew closer and closer to him, and he turned to look at her with a quizzical expression, but not speaking to her. As he entered the water to wash off, he assumed she would follow, but Macaria did not. When he called out to her and she still refused to come he knew he could chose to punish her for ignoring him, but decided against it for now and only approached her stiffly with a growl. When he asked what needed to be done next in his healing process she answered very quickly, and he knew that this was why he had kept her, "Moss for a poultice, poppy for pain, ginger for your immune system." Grey Wind had herd of these herbs before, but had no idea where to find them or what to do with them and would have been lost without her, but would never admit that of course. As she was about to head out to find her supplies, she turned back to face him. "Uh... Are you coming with me? I don't know the way around here... And I don't want to be attacked." He rose to his paws once more, padding over to her. ”You don’t mean to tell me you’re afraid of my friends are you? They’d only use you as a plaything if you were to stumble upon someone else.” With a grin he ushered her forward, this time biting at her hind limbs to get her moving if she did not quick enough on her own.

When they returned to the den Macaria ingested some of the herbs unprompted to show that they were safe, and Grey Wind followed all of her instructions on what to do and what to ingest in order for his wounds to best heal. Without a word she went into a corner to sleep, and the male resumed his position at the front of the den so she could not escape. He did not like that one of the herbs was making his head swim and become cloudy and he made a mental note to ask her which one it was so he could avoid it in the future if possible. Even though he was not threatened by her, he did not want to take any chances, but he could not help it as he fell into a deeper sleep than he wished.

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After the successful fight with the cougars, Grey Wind limped back to his den. He was angry all over again about his limb. It was finally beginning to heal under Macaria’s watch when the damned cat had managed to re-break it. He had no idea what was broken, but he knew something was as he remembered the crunching sound his leg had made when trapped in the cougar’s jaws. He was also bleeding pretty heavily from the same front limb. His blood followed him through the trees as he paused once in a while to catch his breath, limping to not put weight on the injured stilt. Once he finally reached the den and pushed his way inside he found Macaria’s form sleeping happily, and for some reason that only made him angrier. He had been out risking his life while this useless female was here sleeping in the warmth. Before he even realized what he was doing he lashed out at her. ”Wake up!” He barked loudly at her as he teeth reached out and bit her flank, more harshly than he should have with his rage. ”I did not bring you here to get some beauty sleep. I need you to fix my leg, now.” He growled the last words, his yellow orbs angrily staring at her, demanding attention now.