A stiff breeze ruffled through his thick tri-colored pelt, sweeping up from behind and causing his scent to billow out across the plains as he forged ahead into the land that had once before and would now again be his home. Brazenly crossing borders in such a manner might be seen as recalcitrant to others, but Reaver was not a man of politics. He was a wolf governed by nature - by dominance, teeth, and blood. He'd been forced from this land by fang before, a failure ingrained in his mind as brought down upon him by the white temptress. But now his mate lay within these borders, and a scent that was born of his own marked the outskirts. Asking for permission or passage into the pack never even crossed his mind. He had not the capacity for such social niceties.

Ears pressed forward, green eyes surveying his surroundings as he pushed deeper into the territory. He knew the lay of the land well, but relied only on scent trails in the grass to search for his mate. His mind was of one focus - to find her and reclaim her as his. Such was his attention that he immediately became aware of Enya's presence the moment she moved to approach him, her growl familiar in his ears. There would be no rubbing of chins or touching of noses, loving licks upon foreheads or mutual grooming to celebrate their reunion. Instead, she collided with him and he lunged into the oncoming assault.

The touch of her teeth to his shoulder was met with a snarl of his own as he pushed himself forward and into her jaws, savoring the feeling of her strong grasp upon him. At the same time, his head snaked forward and his teeth snapped at her, seeking to grab a fold of skin anywhere along her bodice and clench it sharply between his daggers. The bite would not be hard enough to break the skin however, and he would release just as quickly as he had grabbed for her. His immense body would then lunge towards her back end, rearing up to then come down upon her from behind, forelegs seeking to wrap around her hindquarters in a faux-mounting. He pulled her to him, jaws reaching forward to roughly clamp down on her scruff. The behemoth had returned to the plains - come to reclaim what was rightfully his.