Cast into the adult ranks at the age of one, he had become intrigued with the lifestyle of the Glen wolves. It wasn’t too different from that of Tartok but it was much friendlier than he was used to. Not to mention that for some reason the ladies here he was able to look at in a whole new light. They had always just been figures that passed him by, never truly making him stop or question his relationships with others but there was a first time for everything. Coming here was a turn around, befriending Lucero had been the first step to realizing how awesome it was to have a friend… a friend that wasn’t also one of his brothers.

Next had come Eponine, who upon first glance he had never expected to become a friend at all. Maybe he felt as though he wanted to get to know her because she was attractive but never had he thought that they would be friends or that she would actually join the pack as he suggested. It had mostly just been a cover up so that he could get the doe back home but in retrospect, he was glad that she was here now. Here presence allowed him to see that maybe he wanted to stay with Phineas and Borlla when his mother left—he had friends and it certainly wouldn’t be fair to take them away from here if he did leave.

The morning had provided him with the comfort of silence aside from the ambient sounds of rain, leaving his chore to scour the borders seem less of a chore. On his way back he had even managed to catch a glimpse of someone moving ahead of him but he knew exactly who it was just by sight alone. It was the yearling he had invited into his home, the medicine-lady. No matter what she was always a sight for sore eyes and having been sleeping somewhat closer to her in the den was considerably soothing. “Now that’s what I like to see,” he murmured just loud enough so that it wouldn’t be drowned by the rain, “a woman that’s not afraid to get a little wet.” Inching just close enough to see her delicate face peering at the face of the Creek, he gave her a fitting, yet charming, smile.

Similar to his curiosity to Eponine who was still somewhat of a stranger to him, but he didn’t really mind. All in good time, he supposed. When her chartreuse eyes gazed up at him his smile grew a little wider, noting just how bright they seemed given the dull hues of the morning grim. “I like the storms,” he answered somewhat plainly though wasn’t really sure how to elaborate on it. The rain, thunder, lightning… they were always welcome to Ataneq as they brought new things once it was over.

However, he didn’t really have a chance to mull things over before he noticed her sudden pounce towards him. Unfortunately for Po he had had many sessions with his mother which included fighting, sparring, and defensive training so he wasn’t a newbie when it came to surprises. Perhaps what he wasn’t expected was her swift attack on him. He might have missed the first few but her coming up underneath him left him resounding an “oof.” Though, it didn’t really cause him to flop over—just enough to stumble to the side and look at her. Perhaps it would have been more fun if he wasn’t so hefty but it wasn’t really a gene that he could easily get rid of.

Apparently him looking at her with such a blank expression caused her to become confused, which didn’t surprise him. Ataneq was playful, just sometimes not in the right time nor did he recognize someone being playful with him until it was too late. Her surprise attack had indeed taken him by surprise but he didn’t know what to do. He was so much bigger than her… was she aware of this? The last thing he wanted to do was to hurt her in any way and by size alone he felt like he would squash her. “No,” he answered mildly as he looked upon her feminine form. Geez, she was so pretty… he didn’t want to rub dirt in her face even if she already had the water to mold it.

It was perhaps her movement to place her front quarters on the ground and her hind in the air that he gave a half-smirk. A monster buried deep within him purred, rolling in her charm and mesmerized by her bewitching eyes. Swiftly and without warning he sprang towards her with all his might and, in turn, forgetting the weight and size difference because there was something brewing in his mind. Po wanted to play with him and play she would receive, but it wouldn’t be anything she was used to. Ataneq had only ever fought with brothers and his mother, but a stunning she-wolf like herself that begged for play? He didn’t mind showing her how rough he truly was.

The monster growled in anticipation as he rolled towards her, hoping to tackle her to the ground and realize that playing with him wouldn’t be easy. Ataneq had always played rough and there was likely going to be a scenario where he bit her too hard if he wasn’t careful. He didn’t come from fun-play with his brothers, he came from hard-core fighting them. They played until one called mercy or they had other things to get to. Even in his mind he doubted that Po wanted to play until someone screamed mercy—she’d likely be bleeding by then.

Po sprang for her position, attempt to snap at his shoulder as she once more bounded away like a rabbit and splashed water to his face. This didn’t deter him, he didn’t even bat an eye at the intrusion of water (it was raining after all), but instead continued moving towards her like she was a house about to be bulldozed. Ataneq was a swift creature, if ‘swift’ meant entirely too big to function in a game of agility. Sure, he was speedy enough but his skill was based off of size, not speed. He could very easily pin Po down and she likely wouldn’t be able to get back up, but she could easily outrun him beforehand and avoid it.

Atuaserk reveled in this, gaining adrenaline as his eyes blazed with a hungry fire. Po had lit a wonder inside him that even he himself didn’t understand but he fed upon it, driving himself to growl at her. His growl was meant to be playful but instead it came out a bit more aggressive, and a lot more monstrous than even he realized.

Ataneq liked her, he felt drawn to her. Even more so than he was with Lucy, it was just different than with Eponine. No doubt her playfulness drove him, fueling him to become more aggressive within seconds. He did not wish to hurt her, she seemed much too delicate and he likely could nip at her playfully and wind up drawing blood out of her veins. Even as he continued to splash water at his face and he trucked through the Creek, his eyes were trained on her. Nailed down on her lithe frame, but his resistance could not be quelled.

This creature was like a Siren but without song, she called to him delicately with her movements and within minutes his movement quickened. Another throaty growl ripped the rainy thrum around them, but his jaw did not close. Eyes burned dangerously as he approached her, gums visible to her eyes as his teeth showed themselves. A few more steps and he lunged at her, fully prepared to land paws upon her shoulders (assuming she would try and match him) so that he could push back and put her to her back.

In that scenario, he would then put his face in front of hers and snarl, likely saliva would be seen dangling from his mouth as he opted to snap. Monster within him was enraged like a savage, growling with the anticipation of a kill as the prospect of play changed drastically. Even with the urge to throw his menacing jaws upon her neck he halted, his heart was racing and his body begged him to take it. Ataneq closed his jaws but he didn’t back away or allow her space to remove herself, because he had control.