Summer was hot and he knew as the months progressed, it would be hotter. He didn't mind it, but he knew that soon it would pass and Autumn would be here. Autumn was a good time of the year. It wasn't too hot, nor too cold. It was perfect. The Winter was iffy at best, not the best time of the year for hunting was difficult, and the size of prey varied. Teren moved his form through the pack territory. He listened to the babbling of the wolves, and heard their attempts to train one another. Pitiful. Most of these wolves were just that. They lived in his pack, for now, until everything was to change. And things would change again. He wandered from the clearing in disgust, working his way to another area of the land. His tail hung over his back, most of the time it was this way in the pack. He knew he was hated. He knew the decisions he had made placed a large target over his spine. But he was not worried. They knew who their Alpha was and they saw what he was capable of once more. The brute longed to feel the hatred in his pack, for that in itself, was power. If you hate something so much, it will force you to be fueled with rage. Rage is created by adrenaline and so forth and so on. It's an endless cycle of sporadic attacks and malice. This was what he wanted. He wanted chaos! An emerald gaze stared at the world before him. It was silent. It was peaceful.

The Alpha approached the gorge towards the base. He wanted to feel the refreshing chill of the small current. He wanted to taste the mineral-filled water to quench his thirst and allow him to cool, even if only for a moment of two. Large black paws took their initial steps into the water. His gaze stared ahead, and turned to look behind him. The water was low this time of year as the rains were near extinct. There would be no worries of getting swept away or drowning, not that Teren had been afraid of it anyhow. Lowering his maw to the water, he lapped at the liquid, allowing it to slide down his throat. When he finished his drink, his head lifted high. He sniffed the area to find no close by bears or other predators. For once in a long while, Teren was completely alone. If any disturbed this, they would have a world of pain before them.

Ter4en had found himself lost in the silence of the area that he did not hear the steps of the wolf approaching him. He did not sniff the air and try to see who it was, for he was unaware of the presence entirely. The Alpha was slightly startled when she spoke. His first instinct was to about face and attack the wolf who snuck up on him. But the voice was feminine, and therefore not dangerous. He turned his head to look back at the fae. He shared no emotions with her, and acted as though he had known she was there all along. He stared at her, noticing she immediately was submissive with him. His green eyes glared on still in the event she might try to look him in the eyes back. He was silent for a moment, hearing her words and thinking them over as she spoke them. What news could she possibly have that he would be interested in? This fae was one he had yet to officially meet. She was all white. He noted these attributes and kept them to himself. So there was a white wolf here. He thought about it long and hard. Had she found Azrael? Impossible. Only Caspian had known of such a task. If it was not that? What then? He had already known that Samael was dead. There was nothing of interest this fae would be able to tell him. "Though you have already disturbed me, you might as well tell me your news, and quickly.." It was apparent he was very intolerable to those who intruded on his alone time. She was no different.

Staring at the fae, he could see the uncomfortable feeling his mere presence was giving her. She had something important to tell him, this much he knew. But she was a horrid speaker. How could he forget the son who he had forced to become a father-less mess? How could he forget the brute who he abused and exiled? Such a crazed little fae stood before him. He grew tired of her uneasy behavior. Though he knew it was just. Teren was a very domineering wolf. He demanded respect and virtue. The Alpha stared at her still, finally finding a break in her words. "Get on with it.." he snarled as he allowed his lips to raise, exposing the jagged fangs, yellowed by the stained blood of the past. Yes, he was cocky, he thought he was invincible. He thought he was a god from another planet brought here to bring an end to Teren's mighty reign. And yet, he failed. He failed his family, his honor, and his own name. If there were any who wished him to live as the Alpha, he supposed they would change their tune now. The Alpha had to be the best fighter in all the lands, able to defend themselves as well as their throne. The smaller male, though rather large compared to the rest, was no match for Teren. He fled, unable to take the pack over for his own. But the fae finally got the words out of her mouth and went on with her story. She told a small tale about how he was, cocky and unable to best the well Warrior. It struck Teren as strange he did not know this fae's name. She had told him he was healed. She suggested it was a Rogue, but of the Rogues he had heard of, none of them had ever seemed like the helpful type. No, a wolf had helped him. A pack wolf. But who? Before trying to rummage through his mind, seeking names of those who may have done it, she spoke one last time. It was soft as a whisper and subtle, as if someone may be listening nearby.

What happened next, Teren was surprised with himself. Opening his maw wide, his laugh started low and grew louder as the words filled his mind. His laugh was true and filled the area, echoing off the walls and the water around them. The water rippled and shook, creating little waves to happen. The Alpha could not believe was he was hearing. "White wolf, you have done well for your Alpha on this day. You have slain the one wolf I requested my pack to do. You have proven your worth to me, to all of Erenyx. I wish to see his body. I want to know that he is in fact dead. I will send someone to fetch his body. I wish to sleep with his pelt within my den. I want all to know that you do not mess with the Alpha of Erenyx. Teren is here to stay as King. Come hell or high water, I will reign supreme. As for you, you shall be granted the rank of Guardian. No other wolves have even tried to kill the little wretch, I doubt any of them have actually tried to find him. What is the name of my newest Guardian?"

Throughout the conversation, the fae did not lift her eyes to meet his own. No, they stayed down. This was good. Only idiotic wolves would do such a thing to the Alpha himself. None had lived to tell about, all but one. The Alpha listened as the silence lived on after his words. The small waves of water rushed over him, keeping his paws still damp from the liquid. The moisture was thick in the air and with each breath, he could feel it tightening around him. But he did not care, what was important was this news. But as Tundra began to speak, Teren could only envision the massacre that fell upon the body of the dead wolf. He imagined their fight, Tundra sub-doing him easily. He imagined the whelp begging or his life to be spared, just as Steele had done. He had hoped he could have seen it for himself, or at least gotten t eat the heart of his adversary once more. He could not decide whether wolf hearts tasted great, or it was only the bloodline which ran through them. The extra large male looked down at the fae, still imaging all the horrible things to come to Samael. Perhaps the vultures would find his corpse and rip the meat from the bones, swallowing it and enjoying their feast. Or the insane rogues would discover it and fight over the remains of what was once a life form. Whatever it was that happened to the young male, Teren knew her words would be correct. If she had killed him in the early hours of evening, it was more than likely his body would be gone. What a damn shame that would be. He had more than enough pelts within his den, but another one couldn't hurt... especially one that he forced to be filled with rage. Though it was sad that Teren did not have the honor of unleashing the final blow. This Tundra fae had been given that option. But he had to admit, it was sickening to see a fae in a high position once again in his pack. He swore right then and there, that if he ever discovered any wolves betrayed his trust, he would not reduce them down to Omegas, but he would end their lives. No second chances, no begging to keep their lives. They would die. "Valid point. Now run along fae, spread your news with the pack if you must for validation of your good deed and rank. Though if you slip up, if one hair is out of place, I will end you." His stare was cold and evil. He meant every word he spoke to her. Should she be found lying to him, he would eat her little heart out.