The male had returned to his pack, but there was less going on here than anywhere else he had visited. But that was more his own fault than the vargs that resided with Abendrot. He could not blame the pack for being inactive when their alpha had not been around as of late. A part of him wished that he ahd come home to some drama or mayhem, just for something to do. It would be better than this boredom that had overcome him, and hat had most likely overcome his pack as well. Anything would be better than doing useless border patrols with no one around and nothing to do. The male refused to accept it, but a part of him was brooding about the loss that had come to the pack and to himself. First the varg he was closest to, Kershov, had left the pack for what seemed like for good. Then the female he had grown accustomed to being around had left as well, though Grey Wind knew she would be back. Relying on others was weak though, and he refused to be one of those vargs that needed others in order to have a life. He had gone so long relying on no one but himself that he was not about to change that.

As the male walked around his territory it seemed to be like any other day. Nothing exciting, no one around. Nothing but him and his thoughts. The male’s mind wandered, not paying attention to what dark corners his thoughts went to. Things had been much more exciting when Kershov had been here. There was always something going on. A fight here and there. Spars in between to keep the soldiers in shape. It was never a dull moment and the brute always had something to do, even if it was not quite as exciting as a battle. Potential alliances with other packs, spying on those that were not worthy of such an honor. But it seemed that Grey Wind was letting the pack slack off and become lazy. As far as he knew there had been no missions at all, but that was his fault. Why would others go out and do such things if their alpha had not told him them to? The large grey male needed to get his own act together and get this pack moving again, make it the strong and feared army that it had been when Kershov was alpha. Really he had let the ice king down, letting his pack simmer down and grow quiet.

The male paused his step as vocals reached his audettes, quiet ones. It was not calling out to him, not yet anyways, but they were at his borders. The male went forward quietly, keeping his pelt hidden in the bushes/ He knew every inch of this land and knew exactly where to go so he would not be spotted and that no one would know his form was there, unless the wind brought his scent to them. It was spying, but this was his pack, he had every right to spy if that was what he wanted to do. Normally he went out and made himself known, but that was expected, the norm. And that was boring. Taking a few minutes to try and figure out the situation and eavesdrop would be at least a little bit more exciting. Yellow portals focused in on the group that was there, and instantly recognized Macaria. It seemed that the female had come back to what was now her home. He was not sure what it was she went out and did, but hopefully it would be more helpful to the pack. But if he was honest he didn’t care about that, honestly he was glad she was back. But something wasn’t right about her. Her words were slurred and she couldn’t talk in complete sentences. Did someone hurt her? Was she drugged? His thoughts were distracted when he heard the vocals of one of the strangers, a female, asking what Macaria had taken.

Grey Wind then began to check out the two strangers, seeing that they were basically identical in looks but one was female and the other male. If Macaria had been hurt it did not seem like either of them had done it, and they were not coming into his pack, so for now they were not a threat to him. But just because someone didn’t seem like an immediate threat didn’t mean they were not. So, like always, Grey Wind stayed on guard. The pair told Macatia that she merely needed to eat, and while her having a good meal would be important he did not think that that would magically fix whatever the poppy had done to her. His form stayed hidden for a bit longer, curious to see what the duo would do with a wolf who was obviously weakened and vulnerable. If they had traveled out to Abendrot there was either a reason or they were ignorant to this pack’s reputation. The male hoped that it was the former.

The ivory and ebony painted male then approached Macaria, and Grey Wind’s form stiffened, not only because she was a member of Abendrot, but because of the still hidden feelings he had for her. He had not even admitted those feelings to himself, but that did not mean they were not there. When the stranger got even closer to her and then whispered vocals into her audette, the alpha had to stifle a growl, but he got to his paws, getting ready to show himself to the group now and figure out what the hell it was these two wanted. Before he could make a sound though, Macaria was acting, approaching the fourth varg that was there, another male. This one was somehow familiar to Grey Wind, but he couldn’t figure out what and had gotten distracted by the other male’s actions towards Macaria. But now his yellow orbs looked this one over as the female approached him. Then something very unexpected happen, something that none could have predicted. A very different side to the small femme came out. When she had come to Abendort she was timid and afraid, quiet and unsure, worried about everything, a kind and good wolf. But that was not what was displayed here. There was no fear about her as she approached the male, the other female urging her forward.

Grey Wind’s orbs widened in shock, but not fear or horror as most would, as he saw the female that he had gotten to know reach down and easily dig her daggers into the throat of the other being. Not only did she kill him, his crimson blood spilling out quickly as his jugular was pierced, but she drank it before she then moved to his flesh, eating as one would a deer or moose. The male knew that there were such things as cannibals, or vampires as some called them, but he had not yet met one. He was not against the idea, though he himself was not one. He saw nothing wrong with it though, as he felt there were far too many vargs in this world and just as war would weed out those that did not need to live, so could something like this. While most saw it as horrible murder, Grey Wind did not share these views. When Macaria fell to ground, seeming to be unconscious, a part of the male wanted to rush forward and make sure she was okay, but really he knew that she was. Instead he slowly approached, paws remaining silent as his grey form pushed through the bushes. His own vocals broke the silence, still unsure if the others knew he was there or not. "So, my friends. I see that you have not only come to my pack but have also met our dear healer, Macaria. Now would you care to tell me what you have done to her to cause her to have such a...unique appetite?” There was a purr to his voice as he spoke, an excited gleam in his yellow orbs at the sight and scent of the blood that was around him. The male ended his walk with his paws stood over Macaria’s unconscious form, protective, a stance that he had never been in before. Even though he had no right to think so, she was his.