The Alpha rested beside his family, listening to their noises as they slept. Though he was not in a deep sleep, he still dreams of a future. He could see his young growing into something spectacular. They would take over the pack in his death, only one wolf of course. As he dreamed of the pups, he could not decide if the Alpha would become his own son, or his own daughter. They all showed promise, all shared the same genes which were derived from he himself. He wished the best for them, never wanting anything too terrible to happen within their young lives, and he would make sure of it. No wolf would ever move a hair out of place on their body. For if they did, they would have a rather unpleasant father to deal with. Steele had been keeping to his family, for the most part, allowing his newly appointed Beta to prove her worth to him and the pack. She had done a wonderful job, but he would never tell her such a thing. He did not want her to get cocky, instead you would encourage her to do better. There was always something better. Staying plastered to Esmeralda's side, he watched her very closely. She had not been acting the same since the pups, something had definitely changed in her. The brute could not decide if he enjoyed this change or hated it. For the sake of their young, he would say or do nothing. Feeling a light paw kick him in his muzzle, he stirred awake. Holding back the snarl, he watched as a pup had turned in a small circle and accidentally kicked him, while chasing a prey in his dreams. Giving a soft smirk, he moved from the others and made his way out of the den.

Upon taking in the chilled air, he could tell that winter had begun. As he looked over the land, he could see the first snow had already started to fall. It had not melted for the drastic temperatures which had been dropping constantly. His thick coat was becoming thicker by the day. Shaking out his body, he moved away from the den and glanced up to the night sky. In the distance he could hear the owls and their calls, he could smell the small creatures running in the night, trying to hide from their predators. They were small things the brute had no time for. Moving to the center of the pack clearing, he stretched his legs and prepared his body for a run. Large paws dug into the ground and a smile pressed itself to his maw. His tail curled over his spine, and after he was about to start running, he heard a call from the borders. Such an odd time to be approaching a pack. Normally wolves had come during the day, ready to join a new home. At least, from what he remembered in his time alongside Azul, he came at night as well. Moving in the direction of the howl, the brute made his way for the border. His silver eyes glistened from the moon light, giving them an even greater look on insanity. It was a crazed look he rather enjoyed and used on new wolves when they first met him. Steele forced his powerful legs to trudge through the terrain and make it to his final destination. A new scent was present past the imaginary line of his border. A female. A low snarl rippled from his throat as he moved from the shadows and presented his midnight coat to the fae. "Who are you?" he snarled, emanating a dominant stance as his ears perked forward, and his chest was pressed out. He waited for her to reply, wondering what her response would be. As he waited, he looked over her body, her form, and her eyes. He could not tell if they were naturally that bright, or if the night sky had illuminated them even more, just as it had with his own bright orbs.

"She talks too much," was the first thing which came to mind about her. She talked an awful lot for him just meeting her. He had never met a wolf who just openly spoke in such a way. Perhaps it was good, perhaps not. The wolf was not completely sure, though he did know they needed another healer. The only healer they had in the land, was Kiv. Steele had not particularly liked the male that much, but Esmeralda had insisted that he joined them. Who was he to tell her no? If that small gesture would make her happy, then he would allow it. Another was very much needed however. "Cliche is a strange name," he thought as well. But then he decided it was time for him to speak. He ignored her apology, not really caring nor wishing to go on about semantics of it all. "Yes Cliche, we are in need of a healer. We only have the one for the moment. I am Alpha Steele. If you swear your life to the pack, I care not for your past or a story. I just wish to go back to my Alphess and young." As he finished speaking he looked back to the camp. "You may come back to camp now, but if you wake the Alphess or my sleeping pups, I shall have your hide to line my den. Do I make myself clear?"