So many things had changed in his world. Nothing was the same. Samael had discovered that he loved a wolf, and she loved him back. Nothing would be more important than her. Only one other wolf would matter to that, Striker. The young apprentice was like a brother to him, the last of family he knew about. There was Aleu, but he wasn't too sure that she would even care about him still. In fact, he was surprised if she would even remember him. They had only known of each other for a small amount of time. He made a note to himself to find her. But what of Katyusha? Was she still living in Erenyx? Was she even alive? If it had been up to Teren, he was sure the wolf would have taken every life that ever loved Samael. But with these revelations, Samael discovered just how much trouble Tundra had forced herself into by her own actions. If somehow Teren was to discover that Tundra not only lied about killing him, but also that she loved him.. She would never survive from that. He would surely make an example out of her. This only made Samael feel an increase of anger. Pushing himself up from the forest floor, the male wandered forward. He had no idea where he was going, but he knew he had to take this anger out before he met up with his beloved again. Never again would he raise his voice to his "mate". As he patrolled the lands unspoken for, the large brute kept his eyes ahead. In the distance, he could hear some sort of a struggle. It was small, but Samael could feel the fur running along his back, sticking straight up. His tail curled over his spine, his chest pushed forward and his bi-colored eyes glared as he inched forward. Slow and careful, the male approached the other, watching carefully, ready to strike if needed.

Pushing through the brush, his eyes stared upon the form before him. It was hunched over in a way, pinning a small target down. It spoke, a feminine voice. But quickly silenced the prey. Samael stared in amazement. In all the time he had spent in these woods, he had not seen another Rogue. He was beginning to think that none existed. He watched her, but quickly discovered she was a pup, far too young to be out on her own. Anything could kill her. Anything could end her life. What would her parental figure think? Did she even have one? He thought for a moment that this could all be a trap. She could be the bait to see if anything would come, then the rest of her family would strike. His head was on a swivel. The male would not allow his guard to fall. Worst case scenario, there would be a fight, but he would be able to withstand anything now. He had almost been killed, barely clinging to life. But he was saved by a guardian angel, and kept alive by a single reason to live. Revenge was not the first thing on his mind, no, it was Tundra. She had put so much of him in her heart, that if he let her down, he would never be able to forgive himself. Pulling his mind back to the task at paw, he stared to the fae. "Shouldn't you be with your mommy, little fae? You know these woods are very dangerous, and Rogues have been known to kill each other for such things as meals.. or what have you..."

There was so much this little wolf had to say. It was blatantly obvious that she was still just a puppy. Yes, she was older, but still very much a baby. Her paws had seen very little of these lands and he dared to even guess that she had not been in a fight. "Small little fae... How unwise you are. Better watch out, for your age is showing dear young one." Samael smirked to her, his expression not of friendship, but the ideas he created within his mind. "I am no pack wolf. I am an Exile. I was forced to leave my pack because I did not stick to my mother's side. I was forced to leave my pack because I am a murderer. I have killed wolves the same age as you. I have killed them my own age, and some were even older than I am. These lands are dangerous because I walk them. You are in danger, little wolf, because I am here and your little mommy is not. I am twice your size in both appearance and experience. Have you even tasted wolf blood upon your tongue? Have you tasted our own species flesh within your maw? I would think not You are too young, little wolf." He glared to her and her so many questions. She was infatuated with his eyes, he could see it in her own. Perhaps it was something she had never seen before. Whatever it was, Samael knew he could use it. Perhaps she would listen to him. Perhaps she would take his words to heart. He could actually help a pup out, it was something he always wanted to do. It was something he needed to do.

"Little wolf, family is everything in this life. In fact, the fact that you do have family, is something you should be proud of. I wish I still had my mother and father. My other was taken from me before I was even your age. She and my siblings were killed. So it was only me and my father. He raised me the best he could, even as the Alpha of his own pack. Then one day, a dark presence came to our lands, and he murdered my father. I have nothing left. You are special. Savor what you have and don't take advantage of it." Then came the talk of his eyes. They were special, yes. They were different and not many wolves had bi-colored eyes. "I have heterochromia. It means that my eyes are two colors. They have been this way since I was born. My left eye is the exact same emerald color as my mother's . She was beautiful, much like yourself. She was a black and white peppered wolf with these beautiful bright emerald eyes. But the right eye, my silver eye, that one is the exact same color as my father's. He was an all black wolf, like me and two life-less colored silver eyes. I was blessed with a piece of both of them, and forever I will carry their honor. It is a very rare thing, but that's what makes it so special. What color are your mommy and daddy's eyes? Who do you take after?"