Thread: Alpha Wolf {Winter & ForeverMischievous}

A big Tyrant, he'd been called, on several occasions. And the Pitch black fur, and furious yellow eyes, made him wear that name well enough, if it wasn't for his aggressive behavior. He denied any help. Any feeding. And signs of aggression, only seemed to enrage and strengthen the beast. When he'd been captured, he'd already badly injured one man, before they had to get several people to help. And even with the nook around his neck, to keep his dangerous teeth at bay, he continued to writhe, pull and jerk at his restrains, and did every attempt, to get at his 'attackers' throats. They thought they where helping him. But oh, how they where wrong. The dog, could have been mistaken for a wolf, but the ones who knew about dogs, categorized him as a Czechoslovakian Wolfdog, bred with a long furred dog breed. His fur was much longer and more chaotic then the slender, beautiful Wolfdog breed. And besides that, he was much larger, then the largest of Czechoslovakian Wolfdog's, formerly seen. But he was far from just this. He was an Alpha. A leader. He was meant to lead his pack, but could not in this shape. He'd already been angry from being humiliated. Now, it was only worse. Reduced to a mere 'possible' pet? He would have nothing of it. He would be defiant, till the end. And already as the woman walked through the door, his snarls dominated the room. He was too big for the smaller cages, so he'd gotten one of the biggest. And even in this, the dogs on each side, always kept to the farthest ends of their cages, as far away from him, as they possibly could. Once again, he snarled and charged at the cage, when ever she passed by. But with her words, there was a momentary pause, the heavy dog breathing through grunts and snarls. What had she meant by that? He continued to observe the woman, as she did something upon the paper, and the way the big dog's eyes narrowed, his head tilted, it seemed like he was working out things, far beyond the normal capacity, of a mere dog. And as she finished, tucking the file away in the clipboard, the dog's eyes widened slightly, and he jumped at the cage again, his claws pircing out from his paws, as he barked and howled at her. He was -not- going to be put down, like some mere dog! He was not going to be ended, this way! If they didn't sedate him, before attempting transport, he would rip one of their throats! So far, he'd never aimed for vital spots. He'd never intended to kill. But now, he sure as hell did! As she brought his food, he'd retreated to the back corner of his cage. And as she quickly moved the food in, he only took a few steps, and gave a threatening snarl. He didn't jump at the cage. He knew, that she knew him. He wouldn't have been able to catch her, anyway. And he wasn't going to aim his fury at her, anyway. It belonged, to someone else. She'd been kind. Gentle with him. As soon as she'd turned the sign around, a shadowy figure, appeared across the street. The man wore a hood, hiding his face, as he walked. But as he neared the door, he pushed the hood away, showing a strong man's face. He was tall, nearing a height, where he'd have to lower his head, to even walk through the door. And he gazed that the shelter, with a somewhat grim expression. The man then sighed, shook his head a few times, and took the last few steps for the door, pushing down the handle, to let the cold it, and enter the warmth. Hello? He called, as a first greeting, a small smile, now grazing his lips.