Thread: Alpha Wolf {Winter & ForeverMischievous}

He seemed to throw no worry her way. As if she meant nothing to him. The truth wasn't entirely this. He liked her. She was beautiful, and kind. Something, he hadn't seen before. In the pack, females where often rough. Hard. Strong women. But she was different. She might be strong, but if so, it was mentally. She was fragile, compared to the women of the Wolfborn. A true prize. And she would be so. In his world, you gave, as you got. She would be humiliated. And roughly so. But what exactly he wanted with her... He wasn't entirely sure about, yet. But she was his, now. That one thing, was certain. She couldn't leave, once they arrived where they where going. She would never be allowed to. They couldn't run the risk, of their kind being exposed. And as they went on their way, following the shadows, he kept a constant, tight grip of her. It certainly wouldn't be comfortable, but neither would it hurt. And as she asked her question, she got a grunt from Tyrant, who gazed back over his shoulder. To my home.. Where I, belong.. A place, you'll learn to call home, as well. Your fate, took a cruel turn, today.. He sneered lowly, as they neared the forest. And as soon as they where out of sight, he waved his hand at the Fox in front of him, and they both set up their pace, now sprinting through the forest, at a pace that would almost seem like driving a car, from where she hang. And the way the two leaped and slid through the forest, was graceful, and done with perfection. Never did a branch hit her. Never did they bump too hard against the ground, so it'd cause her pain. Controlled, swift steps. They where slowed down, by Brightfoot's light limp, and the fact that Tyrant couldn't go on all fours, carrying her. But nevertheless, it was a swift trip. And after, about half an hour of sprinting, they arrived in a clearing, that ended in a thicker part of the forest, and their pace was lessened. Grunting again, Tyrant gazed over his shoulder. After this long trip, her head was certain to be heavy, and her body strained from they long time upon a shoulder. So he didn't expect her to walk. Keep your head close to my back. He demanded, before he roughly pushed Brightfoot's back, and they started heading for the thick forest. Branches scratched against them, as they walked through, giving her clothing several cuts on the way. But after a short walk, they entered another clearing, this one, much larger. Inside it was several smaller trees, and a gathering of many huts and shelters, clearly crafted by hand, and mainly made out of wood. Certainly tribal homes. After taking a few steps inside the clearing, Tyrant pushed her down from his shoulder, being gentle as he placed her upon the soft grass, but without gazing down to her. Around them, others of his kind, slowly started to approach. Tyrant then stood down upon his hands, standing on all fours above her, as if defending his prey, he stretched his back, and lunged a loud and piercing howl, through the clearing. And as he did, the Wolves all started approaching at greater pace, now without defensive aggression in their faces. Several other howls was sent in return, and Tyrant sighed, with, with a soft smile. Soon, slight barking went through the air, as four smaller Wolves sprinted past the others approaching, heading towards Tyrant with wide smiles on their faces, a few of them with their long tongue's hanging from their jaws. One was pitch black, as Tyrant. The others where mixtures of a dark brown, and black. These children, where not as the other Wherewolves. These, was exactly like Wolves, in shape. Like Tyrant had been before, but smaller. They where about the same size, as small dogs. Tyrant chuckled lightly, a tear starting to shape in his right eye, as he took a few steps, to walk clear of Klara, as the children leaped upon his body, and he laughed gleefully. Patch.. Tooth.. Ember.. Bark.. He recited names, as each of them crawled around on his body, each reaching up and getting to lick his face, cuddling against his body, as he cuddled, and hugged back. But one of them, the pitch black one, had crawled upon his shoulder, and now gazed down upon Klara, with a tilted head. It didn't take long, before it crawled over his shoulder, and down his back, to approach Klara. These children, acted much more like dogs, then Tyrant ever had, the curious puppy slowly approaching, on all fours, tilting it's head as it's bright yellow eyes scanned Klara. And if it was allowed close, it raised a paw out towards her, lowering it's head, as if it wanted to play. In that second, Tyrant turned his gaze back, and he turned around, smacking a claw against the pups side. It didn't cut, nor was it hard enough to do damage, but it pushed it a bit away from her. Ah, ah.. Tooth.. She's not to be touched, yet.. He started, gazing back towards her, with slightly searching eyes. You might be of stronger breed, little flame.. But she is still stronger then you.. And He lowly said, narrowing his eyes a bit, as he observed her. And I'm not sure.. How she'll be taking all this, yet.. He said, clearly questioning. As if he feared for his pup's safety. Tooth now just sat down, wagging his tail, as the yellow eyes observed her. He clearly wasn't scared, or nervous about her. All the other pups, still cuddling against their father, now walked around, gazing at her as well, two of them resting against his lap, in his crouched position.