Despite the cold weather that had come over Blossom with the heart of winter, Grey Wind still had a desire to go in the waters of Abendrot. Some areas were frozen, but there were luckily still areas where one could drink and even wade into the water. Most would not have any desire to venture into such frigid waters, but the brute could feel the dried blood and mud and dirt on his pelt, and though he had never been one wo was too overly concerned about appearance, he wanted to be clean and the only way to truly do that was to wade into the waters. His muscles tightened up for a moment when they first felt the cold, but he knew it would be a quick dip and ignored it. Luckily most of the muck was on his limb and he did not need to go too deeply into the waters. Once he was done he padded out, water dripping from his pelt. He took a moment to shake out his pelt so it would not freeze to his skin, and water droplets scattered everywhere. He then turned his attention back to the female that had followed him out to the waters, mocking her fears of the other vargs within his pack.

Grey Wind quickly grew impatient of their chatter and he nipped at the femme, urging her forward. When she jumped and whined he once again smirked at her, giving her another quick bite for good measure before falling in behind her. It took her longer than he would have thought to find all the herbs that she required, and he quickly grew bored of what she was doing. Finally after what seemed like forever to the impatient and sore brute, they headed back to the den to finish what she needed to do.

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As the male growled at the female she did not react with as much fear as she used to, but she still meekly nodded at him when he demanded her to fix his new wounds. He barely registered the words that she said to him, once again distracted by the pain that was sweeping through his limb and shoulder. He was beyond infuriated at what had happened. Not only had a pair of cougars felt like they had the right to come into Abendrot’s pack, but tat his limb which ad finally begun to heal, was injured worse than before. He knew now that with the way it was broken a second time so closely to the first that the limb would never work the way it had before. Grey Wind ad always prided himself on being a superb fighter and being able to defend his pack. He had not grown to the rank of Head Soldier by sitting around and doing nothing, but by impressing Kershov and Marx and keeping the pack safe. No matter what smaller injuries he may have been recovering from throughout his life he always made sure to keep his fighting skills sharp and quick, battling through any pain that he might be experiencing. But a broken limb was a different matter, this was not something that would heal if he just ignored the pain, and not letting it heal would make his fighting abilities even worse, and he did not want that.

Some of the words that did register with him was that he was going to need to keep weight off of him limb for weeks. How was going to allow him to keep up with all the training that he did? It wasn’t going to be possible and then he would be useless to the pack and to Kershov, and that was the last thing he wanted. Was this some sort of escape plan that she was coming up with? To make him weak in an attempt to overpower him and get back to Saw Tooth? Well if it was then he was onto her and would ensure that that did not happen. The only response that he gave to her words was a growl, but he allowed her to approach and palpate his injuries. She quickly reset is bone, and when it popped back into place, he let out a snarl and snapped at the air, mere inches from Macaria’s nearby face. His yellow orbs flared with pain and he quickly shoved her away with another snap, pushing her further into the den as before. He placed himself at the entrance of the den, where he always slept to ensure Macaria did not try to escape. He quickly lay down, wanting to take the pressure of his throbbing limb, and he settled into the den with a grunt. ”So, now that I am not supposed to be using my limb. What do you suppose I do now? If I cannot hunt, or fight, or practice even. How will I keep myself occupied?” He was once again toying with her, curious as to what she would say to his words.