Things had taken an interesting turn as of late. Life had become so dull and boring. Nothing to do and nothing interesting or exciting going on. But the male also had not gone out and done much to try and find some activity for his life, rather he had himself had gone through a dull phase. But when he saw the all too familiar unconscious in a pool of her brother’s blood, his flesh torn away and in pieces, a part of him was reborn. His blood lust had been quieted, lying dormant within his being. Nothing had been around to stimulate it, it had all been too quiet. But with the metallic stench of blood in his nares it awoke a demon that he had forgotten about. Large paws padded forward to go over the female that had fallen to the ground unconscious. Macaria’s still form seemed even smaller to him now than when she had left Abendrot on her journey to go out and finish her training as a healer. Though the male had grown used to her company he was glad to see that she was finally seeming to get over her fears and would be a greater asset to the pack. There were two vargs, a mala and a female, stood at his borders. The two were identical and he could only assume that they were siblings. After conversation with them he discovered that they were not the ones to cause harm to Macaria, but that she had been drugging herself. It was not something that he had ever picked up while she was with him, but then again he often had tried not to pay attention to her. With all these changes going on, and two new pack members, he knew that it was time to call for a pack meeting.

As the male said his farewells to the two siblings at the borders he leaned down to Macaria, trying to rouse her, but she would not wake. With an annoyed grumble he picked her up off the ground by her nape, slinging her smaller form over his shoulder. Grey Wind was glad that his fractures had healed and that he was able to easily bear the weight as he would have before the multiple wounds that his limb had suffered. He was unable to travel as fast as he would have liked, but he could not just leave Macaria there. Most packs would be frightened by finding another being mixed up in the viscera and blood of another lupine, but this was what made Abendrot different. Instead of frightening the male it excited him. His heart raced and he felt feelings of arousal that he had not felt in a long time. Instead of heading to the stream to clean her up as most would, he took her as is towards the clearing where meetings were held. If the sight of some blood drew others away, then they should not call this pack their home. As they pair neared the clearing the female began to stir atop him, and he paused his stride to let her slide off his back and down to the ground. She was still not fully awake and so he grabbed her nape once more and dragged her still limp form through the trees and shrub. The movement probably helped to rouse her as Grey Wind didn’t pay much attention to where he was walking and was sure that her pelt was dragging through brambles and rock. Once the femme was awake he let her down, telling her that they were going to hold a pack meeting and that she needed to come immediately with him. He didn’t want her wandering off and getting doped up again and missing a meeting. That would not do well with the pack, especially when he wanted her to tell them that she had gone out and completed more training. Macaria needed to redeem herself from the miserable being she had been when they had all met her.

Grey Wind’s paws led them through the trees to the familiar spot that he would call the pack to. The clearing was relatively small, but there were many rocks around it. He leapt up to his place at the highest rock, standing tall as he raised his muzzle to the sky, letting his howl ring through the trees. Confident vocals traveled through the trees loudly, commanding those within the borders to answer it, and inviting others outside to come and join in. Yellow orbs scanned the trees, waiting to see who would come and who would not. Waiting to see if there would be any new faces or if it would all be familiar ones.