She mimicked his movements now, much to the hefty wolf’s delight and amusement. Her low growl fell upon indifferent ears, and instead he focused more on the play of words she had spoken with. “Was the second of the pack?” Oddly, the tawny wolf was slightly pleased at the possible thought that the she-wolf was now a lone wolf, and he emitted another sardonic snort at the mention of Borden. “I am no friend of Borden’s,” he clarified more gently now, his tone not hinting at any malice towards the Hollow leader, nor any fondness. Borden was simply another creature he had come across only once.

It was an answer he had expected, more or less, but as her figure shifted; his watchful eyes followed her carefully. It took him only a moment of realization to what her action was about, and the male blinked in mild surprise; a breaking of the stoical façade that graced his tawny features. She was trying to block him from the Grizzly Hollow pack! Amusement ripped across him like a wave, and a dark chuckle escaped the Tainn’s tainted lips, his muzzle giving a small shake of bemusement. “Sweetheart, really,” he offered, his shoulders lifting in a shrug. He had no qualm with Grizzly Hollow – truth of the matter was he put very little thought to the other packs that littered across Relic Lore. “Do you really think that if I had wanted to harm you and yours, that I would be here wasting my time with you?” There was a small pause and the male lifted himself dangerously, giving a quick shake of his heavy fur. “More importantly.. Do you really think you could stop me?”

As the haughty she-wolf stiffened at his words after completely twisting them to her own desire, the tawny male refrained from a sardonic roll of his bright gaze. Her tail curled dangerously over her haunches, and for a moment the male regarded the strangely shaped appendage with the first bit of distaste he felt for the pale girl before him. It seemed her blood was tainted with dog; Ruiko was being threatened by a half human lover. A sneer curled at his lips then and he took a warning step toward her, his muzzle lowering only in a protective stance, should the pale Hollow wolf decide to go for his throat.


Rather than repeat himself and state he was far from interested in the Grizzly Hollow wolves, Ruiko instead moved in to action – he never had the patience for small talk anyway. A low snarl escaped his jowls as his ivories flashed viciously in her direction; it was only the form of a short warning, and within seconds the male leapt forward with the graceful prowess of a fighter. His figure went to shove heavily against hers, his shoulder rolling out to hopefully meet hers in a quick blow before his gaped jaws went to snap at the sensitive area of her ear. His aim was not to cause a harsh blow, but a mere signal for her to stand down. If she wanted to play the foolish role of hero when not need be, then he could also certainly give her a reason to.. but as hot-headed as he was, Ruiko Tainn was not one to attack a woman unless merited. “Tell me, previous second of the Hollow.. Do you love your pack? Do you enjoy your lowly position? You don’t strike me as a she-wolf who is satisfied as a subordinate.”

She moved away from him, stirring a low and warning growl from his lips; the pressure he had applied had only been enough to show her he was serious, yet as her ears flattened back against her head and her head lowered Ruiko swallowed the rest of his growl to silence, his tongue smoothing out across his lips and teeth before he allowed his gaze to move over her once more.


Her next words amused him quite a bit; he had refused being the pack Second, and so he had left. While he had yet to follow through with his plans, it dawned upon the lone wolf how beneficial they could be to one another. “I fail to see how you can’t,” he started, his muzzle tilting lightly to the side as his posture relaxed slightly. “I left my old pack for what I wanted.” He didn’t ask the question, but it lingered briefly in the stoical gaze of the male. Why don’t you? Then, as he realized he had given her an option, a derisive snort escaped his nostrils. “You, my dove, are going to lead a pack with me.”

The following words that stuttered from her mouth drew an antagonizing amount of patience from the stoical wolf as he refrained from rolling his bright golden eyes. If she thought packs established themselves when a group of wolves broke off from another pack to start their own, then it was clear that the bloodlines of domesticated dog ran through her veins. Mated wolves formed packs; the number started at two and would grow from there, but he was not about to argue against the girl; she was either in or she wasn’t. He would cross other dominant females that would agree to this deal, and the ivory Hollow wolf would be long forgotten. “What,” he murmured with amusement, his tail giving an idle flick. “Are you waiting for the notion of true love? I was never one to believe in fairy tales myself,” he rumbled, his tone deepening as Ranger’s image flashed briefly through his mind. No, true love did not exist.


His ivory companion still seemed surprised at the notion, and as she mentioned her little brother, Ruiko only offered a blink in response. If she wanted to leave her brother behind, it stirred no concern from him. If her brother refused to leave, it was also of no problem to him. Kinis was coming, and that was all that mattered to the large male. “My brother is coming with me,” he growled with a deadpan tone. No one would dispute Kinis’ presence in his pack. “You may do what you wish with yours.”