The brute was not sure what had gotten into him. Why he was letting this female get close to him, he did not know. And he was not sure if it was just physically closer as she drew nearer to his form, if it was closer in other ways. He had gotten used to her being there. He was now okay with sharing his den and his personal space with him, which was not something he had ever done before. He had no idea what was wrong with him. He should be lashing out at her, yelling, biting, snapping, anything. But he did nothing. His yellow orbs just stared at her, confused as to why she was not afraid of him. Was he becoming soft? Was he growing fond of her? Did she drug him? Well, yes. She had drugged him for his pain and injuries. But would that really change him this much? He had no idea, and it was not something that he was going to ask her. Her own yellow orbs met his own, and he looked away from her after he asked what she wanted to know, instead staring at the side of his den.

The female was silent for a moment, and he wondered if she changed her mind. Really he did not care. If she wanted to talk fine, maybe it would make time that he was stuck resting his limb go by faster. If she didn’t, then fine by him. He had spent most of his life on his own. Sure he had his pack mates, but that was different. His family had died when he was young, so he had grown to take care of himself and not rely on anyone else. When he came to Abendrot he had found some that he liked conversing with more than others, Kershov being the closest thing he would call to a friend. He did not think that friend was the correct term for the vargs that resided in this pack. They were soldiers, assassins, spies, killers. But friends was not something that he thought of. He was not sure if he got lonely, or if he had just gotten used to it and now there was a female sharing his den, and not in the way that he thought a female would share his den.

His audettes’ swiveled to catch the sounds of Macaria’s vocals. She sure could ramble, and he had to hold in a grumble to tell her to just shut up and ask whatever it is that she wanted. The male grew frustrated as she asked multiple questions at once, not pausing to give him a chance to answer. Instead of letting him speak and perhaps chose one of her questions to answer, she was going on about her own life. Did she want to know about him or did she just want to talk? Maybe she was growing bored too and just needed to speak aloud. Grey Wind did listen to her though, listened to her talk about her mother and father and siblings. He picked up on the fact that she said “mother” for Channing and “daddy” for Henadin, so it was clear who she was closer to. He did indeed know about Roheryn, the pup that had been brought to Abendrot. But he had disappeared, and Grey Wind was surprised that Kershov never sent anyone to Saw Tooth to see what had happened.

He figured Macaria was done speaking when she grew quiet and stared at him. Grey Wind turned his gaze to her for a moment before speaking. "Yes, I heard about your brother, Roheryn. He disappeared though. Very suspicious.” He paused for a moment, not sure what to tell her and what not to tell her. "I wasn’t born in Abendrot, or even Blossom. I was born in another pack, heir to the throne. I was trained to be a leader, to rule after my father’s time was done.” His own words got cut off, not even sure where he was going with it and where he was going to stop. Icy cold vocals reached his ears that startled him, “Excuse me, Grey Wind, but would I be overstepping my boundaries if I asked you who the hell you have in your barracks?” Normally he would have heard or scented the alpha approaching his den, but he was still taking all the herbs that Macaria was giving him, continuing to keep him distracted and keep his head foggy. The male continued to do things that were not characteristic of himself, jumping in surprise and bumping his head on the roof of his den. He muttered curse words under his breath, more embarrassed than anything that Ker was seeing him like this, undisciplined, unsoldierlike, not like himself at all. His larger form pushed Macaria out of the way, not speaking to her or looking at her as he went out to speak to the white brute.

"Kershov.” He spoke, vocals normal and clear despite his embarrassment. "I’m sorry if my actions may have upset you.” His gaze went back to den, curious to see if Macaria was hiding or if she had followed him out. "This is Macaria, from Saw Tooth. I found myself in a tough situation not too long ago and was outside of Abendrot, in desperate need of a healer. She graciously offered to help me, and came back here. My limb was broken and damaged and needed more than a simple fix. I was lucky to have here still after the recent cougar attack as well.” As the male spoke he realized yet another mistake he had made. Not only did he not tell Kershov about her, but he had not offered to have her help the others in the pack. He had been incredibly selfish and he knew that the alpha would pick up on it. For the first time since coming to Abendrot he was worried about how Kershov would react. He had never once disobeyed an order or done anything to upset the other male, and he was sure that now he had done something that would do just that. He was not sure if he should apologize now, or let Kershov address the situation. It was even harder for him to figure it out with his head dizzy and cloudy. The brute quickly shook his head, trying to clear it, deciding it would be better to own up to the wrongs he had done. "I should have brought her to you, and to the rest of the pack that was injured. I am sorry. I have not been myself lately. Macaria has been giving me different herbs, and it makes me…funny.” He abruptly stop talking, not sure why he could not get himself to shut up. He had never been weird or flustered around Kershov, and now he was doing both. His yellow orbs looked to his king, trying to judge his reaction to how he had behaved and what he had done, knowing he would be angry, and rightfully so.