Blackfoot Forest Broken Drum

It wasn't long before Aaron appeared to the forests border and once he had caught sight of Kierkegaard, found himself submissive in appearance. The ashen leader took one look at the other male and simply frowned. He would not force his new rank on this beast any more than was required. Casting the other male from his thoughts, Kierke became focused at the wolf who had approached his borders. Her form reminded him of Moz and he found a strange stirring in his gut. The woman said it had been necessity that had drawn her there. Minna announced that it had been food. He turned to her with his golden vision and nodded his head. "Your wolves do not want me here, but it had been food that drove me to your land too. Times are difficult, Minna," he reminded her in a voice that suggested she had done well, but it was his moment. 

Fixing Pallas with his fiery gaze, he nodded his head. "I have taken this pack by force. I have usurped their Alpha and taken his place. They are not fond of me and will be likely to try to drive me out. If I am to accept you, it will be on the terms that you are to act as a guardian," his voice was stern and his brows were narrowed on the woman. "You will not treat them disrespectfully. I must earn their trust. But you will serve me so that I may rule over them," his voice was gravelly and rough. If this woman could not accept this to begin with, she would be turned away.