A ragged breath is taken as lungs seem to seize for just a moment. Wandering feet had bypassed the gathering lands, though bright greedy eyes lingered upon the life he had seen; mouth watering with anticipation. But his prey lay elsewhere, a hunt for something to possess and mark - his instincts viciously pulling. The frigid bite of winter upon his curled coat pushing him to delve deeper and explore the isles as a whole. Many unknown scents lay stored in his lungs, those that registered as packs with each isle he passed. But it isn't until he had come upon salem and the desert did the scent seem dull and void. It left a delicious taste upon his tongue. One he wished to consume and conquer.

So he had. A snort escapes in a rough exhale, blinking bright eyes lingering on what was now his to own. The vast sand that seemed never ending, with so little life it appeared locked in a state of dormancy. Greedily does a hoof paw at the dry surface, as lungs welcome the dry heat. Pleased at the fact the brittle fingers of winter could only reach so far among the isles, leaving the desert to true form as the dust clouds at his feet. And then he stills. Muzzle lifting as his nose wrinkles; scenting the air. As a particular scent seeps into his lungs. Ears flatten upon his skull as a growl leaves parted lips. He was not alone.

Instincts roar like a consuming fire within, the need to protect and defend his pack eating him alive. As he resorts to a feral simplistic mind. Hunting his prey. Another quick series of breaths as he follows this trail which seems to lead him towards to the oasis. As he closes the distance there is a lone black figure there; a female. Instantly does the fire die; smouldering in case it is to be reignited. For what he bright eyes see is no threat. Almost cautiously does he approach her, settling close by as he watches her. Taking in her scent so viciously his lungs burn, before rough words spill. "Pack, my pack." He pauses as he takes a step towards her. "You mine?" He questions with a lowered gruff voice, ears twitching as his gaze is steady; devouring her malnourished frame.

He snorts. A harsh sound rumbling from his lips. The instinct to care for her is there if she was indeed his own but he hesitates. For only pack received the aid of the alpha. Feet seem to itch as he shifts uneasily, as dreaded mane scratches his neck sending a ripple through it's tightened muscles. Waiting impatiently for her to speak, for he wanted an answer.