He had not spoken to Jace much after the meeting he had forced them to have, still a little surprised that it had gone as well as it had. Sumayl had expected much worse from Vienna's brother, especially since neither man had gotten along well any of the previous times they had attempted to have a conversation with one another, and Sumayl had been more or less telling him that he desired to be Vienna's mate and though he wished for Jace's acceptance of their relationship that he wasn't going to beg. Jace had accepted it (if not with a bit of begrudging) and for that Sumayl was grateful. Knowing that Vienna wanted Jace to be apart of their future — it was not something that she had to tell him, Sumayl was hardly ignorant and picked up on things rather quickly — it certianty made things a hell of a lot easier on Sumayl. Sumayl might not have agreed with the idea of Jace being a leader (he still didn't) if only because there were qualities about Jace that Sumayl did not like to see in leadership he respected the male enough to try to be a bigger man (though mostly because he also had no choice or say in the matter).

Sumayl had been keeping his eye closely upon the herds around The Sunspire lately, spending most of his time tracking, following them to see their migrating patterns and keeping a mental inventory of where they were and how long they tended to linger there, picking out the weakest of the herds and cataloging them into his target category of his mind. The Ostrega's logical and strategical mind was built for keeping track of such things and likely one of the reasons he was such a skilled hunter. He did not presume to think that being a Gamekeeper was all about the actual hunting because it wasn't. There was so much more involved and it was tracking and monitoring the herds as if he were a Shepard and them his sheep that Sumayl focused heavily upon. The hunting part was the easiest; the part of his unofficial job that anyone could do. Of course no one could be as perfect at it as he was, but you know, everyone else was average at it.

It was a herd of Elk that had lingered just on the outskirts of of the other side of The Sunspire that the pack inhabited that Sumayl was observing now, sitting high on a perfect perch that the Sunspire lent him high enough that he could see them perfectly over the trees and that they could not detect the predator that watched them closely from afar. It was a fairly big herd, the clicking of their joints heard by the Ostrega even from this distance as they ambled together, calling out to one another though for the most part contently grazing. A few were pregnant, tell tale by the hormones they put off, the scent distinct and transcendent of species. The details he could not see from so high so he relied heavily upon his sense of smell and hearing.

Leisurely, Sumayl stood and stretched deciding that for now, he would let them eat in peace. This would give them a continued false sense of security and it would give him time to form a plan, though he still had to get close enough to observe them by sight, to see their weakest be it a newborn or a sickly elder, or even a cripple. As he descended the scent of the pregnant females in the herd grew stronger, reminding Sumayl that it was about that season. Wolves could mate at any time that a female went into heat which did not seem to have a set season but for most animals the cusp of winter seemed to be it. It reminded Sumayl of what, someday, the ex-playboy wanted out of life; despite that being in a committed relationship before Vienna had scared him — though it was the love his parents, his biological parents had shared that had kept him, subconsciously, looking for the woman that would make him want to retire the wild playboy side in favor of something much more stable and lasting. He had not came to The Sunspire expecting to fall in love but there was no denying that it had happened, regardless.

Something caught Sumayl's attention out of the corner of his eye as he padded around the pines, putting distance between the elk herd and himself, depicting Vienna's scent quickly. Immediately, his path was diverted and he headed directly towards her as if she were the gravitational force pulling him to her. “Vienna!” He called out to her, a Casanova-esque grin tugging at the edges of his lips. “You were looking for me?” Except it had been spoken as a statement as opposed to a question. It was a ridiculous assumption to make for there was nothing that said she wasn't simply enjoying her re-found mobile freedom; but then again Sumayl's world revolved largely around himself and the narcissist couldn't help but make everything about himself — or almost everything, at any rate. Somewhere along the line Vienna had became the other thing Sumayl's world revolved around, nudging her way into the spotlight that Sumayl had selfishly and largely hogged.

Sumayl was just glad that Vienna and Jace were not a package deal sort of thing. He could barely tolerate Jace as it was, though it was not for a lack of trying. Sumayl couldn't help but realize the position this put him in. The Sunspire was his home and Vienna was his girl but how well would he continue to do in The Sunspire with Jace as Beta once more? Especially given that they did not get along. Sumayl wasn't going to take the brunt of some petty grudge just because Jace had the power to influence Amekaze. He would leave The Sunspire in a heartbeat because he felt sure that Jace would always be favored over him, after all Sumayl wasn't anything more than a bottom scraping asshole. Where he would go and if he could even convince Vienna to go with him he didn't know. He had no immediate plans of leaving but it was a possibility and one that he had to face.

He wasn't going to put up with Jace's bullshit just because Jace was a leader and Sumayl was supposed to kiss his ass and worship the ground he walked on for the fear of being kicked out. Wasn't that how most wolves of power believed? It certainly seemed the case to Sumayl. He supposed in Jace's shoes he'd be pissy too but at the same time Sumayl was always willing to work out differences whereas Jace seemed to throw a pissy fit like a spoiled five year old.

Putting the thoughts of Jace out of his mind Sumayl offered Vienna a cheeky grin when she moved closer gave his cheek a nuzzle and lick. “To talk to me?” He inquired with a rise of a brow. It was the most logical conclusion he could come too, though for what reason he did not know. A million reasons ran through his mind, his most recent altercation with Jace coming to the forefront of his mind for he had recently been stewing upon it as he'd headed in her direction away from the grazing herd. “Well,” Sumayl responded turning away from her for a moment to glimpse at the herd he could not see over his shoulder. Still, he could hear them in the distance. “I hope they hang around long enough for me to bring one down before they get too far from the Sunspire.” If not then he'd simply have to travel. Not that such a thing was, by any means, a travesty.

“You can keep me for as long as you want,” Sumayl murmured to her with a cheeky grin, though his words were genuine. The prey could wait. It wasn't going anywhere and even if it did all he would have to do was track it. Vienna was important, and he wanted her to know that whenever she wanted or needed him there was nothing that would keep him from giving her his full attention. Sumayl was silent when Vienna told him that she was going to try for Healer in the stead of officially becoming The Sunspire's chronicler. “You've worked so hard to earn the Chronicler trade,” Sumayl began, not in an argumentative tone, a soft contemplative one in stead. He wasn't going to try to talk her out of it, if her mind was made up because ultimately it was her choice and it was his duty to be supportive in everything she did. “Are you sure it's what you want?” Admittedly, though it came as no surprise to the Ostrega, Vienna was much more selfless than he. “Don't get me wrong, Vienna, I'm not going to talk you out of it. If it's what you truly want to do, go for it, because I as your spouse will support you in everything and anything you do.” It didn't mean he wouldn't have an opinion about it because he was Sumayl and he almost always had an opinion about something.

Sumayl's head tilted ever so slightly to the side, ears cupping forth as soft golden eyes took in the plains of her face as she inquired if he had came across any Healers while he was tracking herds. If he had, Sumayl had never thought to ask mostly because it wasn't anything he had need for. “I don't know, honestly,” Sumayl replied and shifted his weight before he spoke again, “but next time I head out and if I come across anyone I'll ask around.” He promised. If it was what she wanted then he would find one for her, no questions asked.

Vienna was the best thing to ever happen to him, even if it likely did not make his “relationship” with her brother any better or easier. Still, Sumayl wasn't worried about Jace. The ebony Beta was a big boy, despite how he acted around Sumayl, and could take care of himself. After all, it wasn't like he was courting Jace as well. While they were something of a package deal, Sumayl was assuming that, that wasn't part of the deal. They were not adjoined twins, after all, and the Ostrega believed that they did not have to share everything with one another.

Sumayl felt no need in being redundant by re-telling her that he would support her, nevertheless. Whatever she decided to do he was behind her. He had already stated it once and he intended to back up his words with actions. Sumayl was quiet when Vienna spoke about trying the Plateau to find a healer mentor, his handsome face holding his contemplation. He was seized by a sudden knot of anxiety, despite that he understood that Vienna was a seasoned adventurer and would likely be quite alright making the trip on her own. Even so, he did not like the idea of her going alone, or even with anyone but himself (because he didn't trust anyone else to protect her?). It was not that he thought her incapable because he knew first hand that, that wasn't the case. It was because he loved her, and the consideration that if something happened to her was too painful for him to even want to consider it, despite that it nagged at him as a persistent worry. For a moment Sumayl struggled, not wanting to be that guy — the overbearingly protective boyfriend. She already had one of those, though it came in the former of her younger brother. “Do you plan to make the trip alone? I'll go with you, if you'd like.” He offered, instead, in an attempt to dilute his worry some so it was not so blatantly obvious. Not that Sumayl had an issue with outright telling her that he was concerned and did not want her to go alone but at the same time he did not wish to upset her with his concern.

Clearly, Sumayl Ostrega was not so good at this whole 'spouse' thing, after all.

“Alright,” Sumayl spoke on the matter as she admitted that she would go alone and that she would be fine. He didn't argue because, well, there was no point and he wouldn't force his company upon her; and really nothing to raise a scene over. She was a more than capable Outrider, after all. “Bring me back a souvenir?” He teased her, leaning in close, his voice dropping to a low, husky murmur as his golden eyes danced with mischief. He was joking, of course. All she needed to bring back to him was herself because that was all that Sumayl wanted. “Don't worry,” He brushed her jest off with a careless shrug and a cheeky grin. “I'll keep The Sunspire safe while you're gone,” Beneath the cheek he was quite serious, of course. He would ensure they were fed and the borders were watched, though it really wasn't his responsibility. No doubt Amekaze and Jace would both be running their usual border patrols as well. Though Sumayl had never been interested in any trade other than Gamekeeper because he had held the title of Hunter in his birth pack since he was six months old it would only serve to benefit both him and the pack if he took a leaf out of Vienna's book and branched out.

“Try to promise me you won't be gone too long though, the bed will be cold and empty without you,” Bed. Den. Same thing. He had quickly gotten used to sharing a living space with her, though the last time he'd shared one with anyone had been his siblings. While it had a very different feel to it than a home made with one's siblings, Sumayl knew he would be faced with the realization of how he took her presence beside him during the nights for granted while it wasn't there for the duration of her trip. Too easily he had fallen into the routine of playing house, so to speak, except this was very real and there was nothing pretend about it.