The snow was heavy falling from the sky. The winds were strong and it forced the Alpha to stick to his den. He did not mind the cold, but he loved to watch it coming down from the sky. His emerald gaze stared out from the darkness, watching the large wads of snow fall from the heavens. It covered everything it touched, rushing over it in a frozen frenzy. He shared a lot with this portion of the seasons. Winter was known to kill many things. Mostly it killed the foliage and the plant life, but every now and then, it would get lucky and find a wolf - weak and lame. It would partake in hypothermia and other things as frost bite to chew at the wolves and other creatures. It seemed to enjoy such a thing, killing. Just as Teren loved to kill. He inched forward, moving to the entrance of the den. He laid down and his eyes stared out. Crossing his paws, one over the other, Teren watched in silence. It was the first time in a long time that he was finally alone and being kept there, peacefully. The Captive was off again, being escorted by another wolf somewhere. As much as he liked using and abusing her, he liked his alone time much more.

Typed this from my tablet, so my apologies for any mistakes/ the bad quality

The weather certainly wanted to make things dramatic. From the time where it fell gradually to the ground at the border to now, almost at his brother's den. It became more intense, and cold too. He however made no move to check to see if the she-wolf trailing behind him was alright, she'd be warmed up soon enough anyways. He occasionally glanced back, making sure she was following him and hasn't trailed too far behind. He couldn't wait to give the little thing to the beast. He wouldn't stay for long though, not long enough to see the deed be done; it'd be kinda weird in his opinion. Instead he would simply drop off the goods, and leave his Alpha to handle the rest. As they neared the wolf himself's den he finally spoke to the she-wolf he hadn't bothered to ask the name of. "Now you listen, and listen well. You'd to best to keep your mouth shut unless he asks or tells you to. Got it? We've got a history with this kind of thing, and for your sake I hope you just go along with it. I don't want to get my pelt red this season." He left no room for reply and simply walked forward and up the gentle slope to the monster's lair. Coming into sight of the entrance he yelled up, both sarcastically and gleefully, "Oh brother dearest!" Instead of waiting for a response he simply bounded up to the entrance, letting the she-wolf come in after him. It might be rude, but for the moment he could care less. His brother lay there, alone it seemed. He grinned before shoving at the black male's shoulder with his paw, "C'mon get up, old man, I've brought you something back from the borders. Something more willing and submissive than that Captive." By now the whore would have made her way up the slope so all he simply did was turn away, walk behind her, and shove her forward. Letting the two settle their eyes on each other as they first met.