[I hope there is no trouble in Cheshire joining the two of you? I'd sooner not lose my wonderfully creepy boy here to the activity check. c;]

He was unnaturally large, given his occupation and the amount of authority it granted him among those of Erenyx. They were undeniably foolish to think Warriors and Hunters anymore useful than Healers (he chose not to acknowledge the Caretakers, which said enough of what he thought of the like) because, should so much as a tiny wound be inflicted upon one of their precious bodies, then it would be his job to fix it. To fix them. He rather enjoyed the kind of power such a thing gave him. The Alpha could call him lesser because of the path he walked, and the smell of herbs that clung to his dark fur, but certainly he’d laugh at the first face of a Warrior that tried to best him. He was too clever to play their games; he was a poisonous frog to their snake. Surely they could sink their teeth into him if it pleased them, but they’d die in the end because of the frog’s venom, so predator and prey aside.

He was the prey in their hierarchy that could not be preyed upon.

Traveling often gave him time to clear his mind, his thoughts, giving him a break from the hectic schedule he was meant to maintain in his den. So many wolves required his time, his effort, and his attention, and what did he get in return? To see their smiling faces off when they were better? It was disgusting that they thought something like that was enough to repay his gift. And yet, he stayed - he did not run away in search of someplace different. He’d be the last to say why, for it was even a mystery to the maniac himself. Perhaps, pushing aside the many qualities that he despised, he still took some joy away from their sadistic Alpha male. He rather liked how the brute in question kept everyone on their toes.

Rape was the first word to catch his attention, causing him to pause only briefly before pivoting on a graceful heel, lured to the unfolding dynamic between male and female of Helidos. Before his eyes was a cowering female, expectant of the male in front of her to inflict her with some kind of punishment. He was indifferent to the ordeal, in fact, almost bothered by the male’s lameness when, instead of hurting her in any way, he continued to speak. If she deserved a consequence of some kind, then why was he passing up the opportunity? Cheshire would never fail to take advantage of something quite so . . . beautiful. He confirmed that their uncomfortable exchange was in need of a Healer’s gentle touch, something of which he would happily supply. The large male of bluish-black pigment strode into the clearing with exceptional confidence, for here, right now, he was the one to be deemed lethal because of the stench of Erenyx that he reeked of. Perhaps they’d be persuaded to believe otherwise, for what damage could a mere Healer happen to deal? He hoped with all of his cold, black, dieing heart that one of the two questioned it, for the investigative side of him quite enjoyed making examples. A pink tongue softly traced the outline of his lips, laughing to himself quietly as he neared ever closer. Greenish-blue eyes flickered hastily between the pair, as though sizing them up, determining the odds, and more importantly, the dilemma. “Is he bothering you?” He gave the female his utmost attention, then, speaking of the male as though he was not in hearing range - as though he was incapable of taking control of this situation now that he was here. Oh, how he adored a good plot manipulation.

He would be lying if he said he wasn’t sad to see him off. It rather spoiled his plans, lip twitching in a show of disdain as he watched the other male retreat, unwilling to comment on his parting words, for they had hardly had any time at all for this exchange to become pleasant. Only when he at last returned his attention to the remaining female did he offer another one of his charming smiles - a trademark of his back in Erenyx - trying not to openly scoff at her graceless display. It was clear to him that her shoulder was injured, though for what he knew not. It was probable, in his mind, that the Helidos male had something to do with it, but he wouldn’t ask her. She was not of his pack and, therefore, not his to heal if it didn’t please him. “Rather unkind of him to leave you alone with a stranger, no?” He took a gracious step closer to the female, the Omega so he had heard from the male’s mouth before he left. The rank alone explained why what he had first seen from her was submission. There was a lacking of Omegas in Erenyx, and though he didn’t think himself the type to purposefully make their poor lives any more miserable than it usually already was, he quite enjoyed the feeling of power that they gave him. He suspected that she’d be even more inclined than normal this time around, given that he wasn’t of her pack - he wasn’t obligated to ensure her safety. The other male, the one that had abandoned her, was perhaps held to a different standard, but he wouldn’t protest because he had decided to leave this lovely she-wolf alone with him. It seemed that nobody was planning on keeping her safe.

“You asked who I am.” He stole the words from her mouth and spoke them directly back to her, meant to be regarded as rhetorical. “I will apologize in advance for what’s to follow: I’m not curious about who you are, so who I am isn’t relevant.” His black lips pulled away from his teeth, as though to laugh, and to mock her. There really wasn’t much she could for herself, what with the disadvantage she had in the form of a wounded shoulder. The dislike he felt towards the other male for having left before the fun could begin was still present, tingling inside of his chest, but substantially faded. Because of him, he had to switch tactics; alter the game plan. He was hoping to create more drama between the Helidos pair, keeping himself relatively uninvolved, but now, alone with her, he had no choice but to participate. He was in charge of his own fate, so it seemed, which was annoying but understandable. Cheshire could not force those who were more intelligent to fall into his games - he had gotten away before escape became futile. It was of little matter to him now, not the type to concern himself with others once they were no longer present, but he knew with certainty that if he ever came across that male again, and he so happened to be in need of assistance of some kind, he wouldn’t help him. No, he’d let him die, just like he had let Cheshire’s original game plan die when he chose to turn tail and hobble away into the forest. If he was only mildly injured, though, that would be a different story entirely - then he’d have to find some clever way to trigger his death. Either way, he had someone new on his unfathomably long kill list. The question was would she find herself on it, too?

Cerulean eyes were bright as they inspected her injury, his expression very well oozing the knowledge of a Healer that was crammed inside of his messy brain. “Was he right in saying that you are in need of a Healer, madam? If so, I can take care of you.” Yes, he’d be happy to take care of her. It was a trap, if anything else, a thoroughly disguised spider web in wait of its fly. Perhaps he’d decide to help her, but his desirable talent always came at a price - his gift, the miracle of being able to prolong life, or make it easier, had to be rewarded. She could always refuse him; he wouldn’t force her to accept treatment. Either choice, he found, had a few minor setbacks: she could refuse his help and limp all the way back to Helidos, likely making it a lot worse than it needed to be, or she could meet his offer gratefully, but then owe him something afterwards. The trick was that he never told his clients about the catch. It was already too late, his work done, and done well, before they were finally informed about having to uphold their end of the bargain. For some, they didn’t find out about the catch until days, even months, after the treatment - no, he didn’t bring it up until he genuinely needed something. However, in this case, he couldn’t guarantee that he’d ever see her again after this was said and done with. He would have to find a way to get something that he wanted out of her immediately. At least, for the time being, he could ponder it. “What do you say, dear?” He took yet another step, bringing himself ever closer to the Omega female, the smirk on his face predatory. Had she experienced much of how the other side lived? If not, then she was in for a treat.