Hideaway Strath khamsin

The over large white brute was out looking for the ‘magic mushroom' Hemlock had told him about, the ones that could possibly help to open a path between this realm and the gods. It should be near here. He was not so far away that had heard the commotion, though not the words precisely, he was to far off to pick up words but the gathering was growing he could hear the tones of the grandmaster and overseer and so he decided to pay it no heed and continue his search.

He found the mushrooms and a strangers scent, this bothered him since the scent lead deeper into the pack lands likely the source of the commotion but he was busy and Kynareth and Nyra were capable to handling this, he’d join them soon, but first he set about carefully digging the mushrooms up and gingerly placing it in the skull he had tied around his neck like a Saint Bernard rescue barrel.

As he was about to head toward the commotion of his own volition, he heard tones that called to him and his heart sped up along with his paws. He had heard his mate, She with new life, the Gods Gifts possibly growing within her was near to this stranger. He pressed his teeth together as he caught up to them, Coming up behind them rather then them finding him.  Catching Kynareth’s last words ‘He would make a nice decoration though’ He had to agree, a stranger to near to his wife. “That he would” Vein agreed amicably “I would have thought Nyra would have hung him up there already,” He nodded subtly to the overseer as he moved blithely past the stranger then circled him putting himself into the male’s path looking into the wide pupils.

In these actions he had smoothly placed himself between the stranger and Aerin. A questioning humf escaped his throat before his deep rich tone that was far calmer then he truly felt,  filtered from him. His voice was deep and rhythmic almost as he tried to draw the answers out of the wolf “What gods young one? Why do you smell of rot and salt; rather then blood or glory?”  His own chest and legs were coated with dried blood marring his white coat a rusty brown.