‘You and your kind have no right to be guarding Losa, or any of her kind. I have been by her side since the day that she was born and if you think for one more second that I will let another one of you fucking imbeciles ‘protect’ her? Like you all did so well in her homelands?’

Aindreas’ aggressive stance was met tit for tat in this creature who opposed him, and it only engulfed him in a blaze of heat. The ivoro was not completely in the loop as to what had happened in the homeland of the Arcus Irae, other than the basics. Losa was not too keen on the whole idea of sharing information with AIndreas. Though he had proven himself trustworthy (at least in his mind), Losa had not disclosed anything, and so Aindreas had not pushed. He could tell that she had been in pain as of late – pained and felt guilty about the deaths of the other rainbows. The kind knew that their deaths were not upon her paws – she had done everything that she could for them. Yet… yet it wasn’t enough to Losa. Aindreas kept his thoughts to himself, knowing she would not listen to what he said. They were not at a point in their relationship where they could be considered friends. He was a protector… and she was the fragile, delicate flower. And yet there was something deeper… yet another thing that AIndreas had not talked to her about. Aindreas had recognized her soul - she was the same Losa that he had saved from Draven’s torture and rape all those years ago… and yet she wasn’t. Her soul was familiar, like that of an old friend, and yet she looked nothing like that Losa had. This new body looked like a fucking cotton candy sunrise after all… and the other had been… well… ‘normal’. And Losa had known his name, so that had to mean something, didn’t it? But whether or not it meant anything… the only thing that mattered right now was that there was a threat to her now, in this moment.

“And yet you were there too and you did not prevent it from happening either. You are quite the hypocrite, or pot calling the kettle black. If you were just another of her guards, then how can you lay blame upon your peers and exclude yourself from that grouping based on lineage only? By your fucking logic, you have no right to lay blame on me considering ‘my kind’, my sect, left that land eons ago. So fuck off your blame, and step back from my fucking land.” Aindreas’ words were quiet, but the threat was clear and evident, and all the more dangerous. The volcano simmered and boiled just below the surface, prepared to explode the top off of the mountain even a single breath’s more weight. The creature opposing him had lowered his rack of antlers aggressively toward Aindreas and the hessian tensed, his edged muscles rippling just beneath his thin summer coat. He was nearly shaking with rage, and could feel the reins holding back the tsunami slipping through his control. But the one thing keeping him from releasing the juggernaut was that the creature opposite him truly believed what it was that he was saying… meaning that he intended no harm toward Losa. Yet.

The next breath, the one that threatened to sway the scale to tip, instead lightened Aindreas’ load – he could of course sense Losa approaching just as he could always sense her presence, no matter where she was… but his visage had been firmly fixed on the horned titan… who now was bowing low before Aindreas… or before Losa. Before one of them. To whom was not apparent quite yet…

‘I do not believe you have any right to guard Losa or her companions in this strange land. But I can not control the magic that binds you, and I will not attempt to. My name is Hurricane of Mexico, Toirneach mhutair. And I have been one of Losa’s hand chosen guards since before she was even born. I fought both with them, and for their escape in our homeland. And I have no intention to cease protecting her, whether I must do it from here, or not, is up to you.’

It took a few moments for Aindreas to swallow the lump that had formed in the back of his throat. It had been hard enough to accept the idea of a reincarnated, but now this? “Hurricane of… Mexico you say?” That had been the name of the ‘old Losa’s’ companion… and yet in stark comparison to Losa, Aindreas had no familiarity with Hurricane’s soul. The likelihood of there being two wolves with such a unique name was low to say the least… and with that second wolf being the companion to the reincarnation of Losa? The gods were playing a complicated and twisted game to be sure. Finally, Aindreas tore his gaze away from the titan to peer at Losa – she had completed the introductions, and then had continued on into a rambled session of remediation between the two brutes. But her reason to try to get Hurricane to back down shocked Aindreas - she trusted Aindreas??? Her snarky comment toward Hurricane was lost on the ivoro and he just only caught onto her imploration for him to forgive and to accept Hurricane into the pack, mainly by professing her love for the warrior.

That was something he had not been expecting at all.

It was hard to say no to Losa – he had felt her pain any time he had opened himself up to the wellspring within him, and he wanted only for her to heal. “Losa, you surprise me and honor me by professing your trust in me when everything else you have ever said has spoken to the contrary, and I hope never to give you reason to retract it. And if having Hurricane closer to you will bring you happiness and comfort then I can hardly deny you it.” Aindreas tore his gaze from Losa and instead looked to the cervidae. “As for you, Hurricane, I can only ask that you strive to do the same – to prove your loyalty, both to Losa and this pack. If you do that, it will be enough for me, even if you are not directly loyal to me. I will accept any help I can get in helping to protect Miss Losa that I will – I admittedly think of her like a younger sister, not that that means much to you. If you accept my terms, then rise and step over the boundary. But mark my words – if you ever cross me or cause harm to come to Losa, you will wish yourself dead.” Aindreas’ orbs burned with ire, but he backed up a step to clear the path, the entrance to the pack.