The brute, while liking it here so far, didn't have many connections with his packmates. He knew Aaron, Samuel and Maja, and they were alright. The others he only knew by face and smell. No one bothered him, so he didn't bother them. He slept outside, alone, because he had not yet found the motivation that was needed for building a den near the others'. The food was alright, he was getting used to the fox meat, and he had not been bothered with a wife. That was probably because he was one of the lower ranking wolves. He couldn't care less. One day they would see what he was capable of. He was a fine warrior and great liar, and with only that he could overpower most. And while he didn't speak much, he was quite intelligent for a brute.

This morning, the gray warrior awoke in the open again. His body was always sore in the morning because he slept in all the weird positions that were possible. One day, they might find him on his back, legs in the air, sleep running to better days. But, no one had found out yet. It's as if he didn't exist. The brute got up and stretched himself with a loud, obnoxious yawn. After that, he was gone.

He strolled through Rosings' territory, like he always did when he was bored, but this time he found something he never found. Another one of Rosings. He hid in some bushes, for he did not know this female. She looked innocent enough, easy to overpower, yet looks didn't always tell everything. He noticed her tail, well, rather lack of it, and was kind of interested in hearing how that came to be. Was she really a fighter? His interest was not enough though to let him reveal himself, and so he stayed hidden, stalking her.

The brute was certainly making an image as a woman stalker, for this was the second time he blindly followed a female he didn't know. Why he did this could only be asked to Odin. He was raised with tales about Asgard, for it had intrigued his parents, and now lived by their rules. Well, the rules he had set up for himself. He only knew the stories about the Norse Gods, and never delved into it as much as he wanted. 

The female he was following was going from place to place, and Gotham wondered what she was looking for. It seemed as if she was aimlessly walking around, trying to pass time, but he assumed she was indeed looking for something. It kind of hit him while she was looking at tree roots. Was she looking for a place to sleep? Why not near the others? Now he knew why his gut had led him to follow her. If he could only talk to her without making it sound weird, he would do so. but he felt that "Hey, I'm Gotham and I've been stalking you" wouldn't really work. Instead, he, on purpose, went into the wind, probably revealing his scent. If not, his gray fur was easy to spot. He was now just looking for trouble, but that trouble would be worth it.

The brute chuckled to himself, a low, joy filled sound. He found it quite fun to stalk others for whatever reason. Maybe it was the tingling in his gut, or the adrenaline he got whenever it looked like someone spotted him.

And it looked like she did. She barked the cutest bark in existence, and the gray stalker couldn't help but give another chuckle. He was in a good mood today, somehow. What he needed to do was obvious though. If he stayed hidden now, she would probably get mad. And so, he crawled out of the bushes, right in front of her. He carried a small smirk, proud of his accomplishment. Good morning. He hummed, trying to look as innocent as possible.

Are you looking for something? He asked, but he probably knew the answer already. This was just to trick her into thinking he hadn't been stalking her the whole time.

The brute watched the petite thing, an interested smile on his muzzle as faint as the cool colors of winter. Oh, how he missed winter. She greeted, sort of, which sounded like more of an insult than a greeting. Was he not good enough for words? He stepped forward, his tail swaying from side to side, almost touching his gray flanks that were spotted with black. She didn't seem that interested in him. That wasn't a surprise. He was a simple brute, trusted his instincts more than anything and would kill on command.

May I help you? He asked, watching as she showed signs of wanting to leave. His gut had led him here for a reason, she wouldn't get away that easily. He rushed to her front, blocking her path. Yes, this may be annoying, but if she could treat him as nothing more like a rock, he would treat her lower as well.

A delighted face turned into one of anger and hurt as the female spoke. Okay, fine, if she wanted to be alone, alone she would be. He didn't know she was in contact with the one who brings light, and if he'd had known, he would assume she would never be totally alone. 

Fine, I'll leave you be. He snorted and abruptly pulled his legs closer, opening the path she wanted to take in the first place. With loud stomps, head hanging in anger and annoyance, he left her side without saying another word.