A twisted through the nearby forest, rustling through the leaves before whispering over the grass and ruffling the pelt of an obsidian brute. One that was slumbering quietly in the warm sun. He seemed to do that a lot recently, with nothing but patrolling the borders was all he had to do with so few wolves in the pack. He had finished trailing around the borders hours ago, found no trespassers and simply came to a stop here, at the Kintiro Ridge and settled himself down beside a sunning rock. Though his slumber was quick to be disturbed as a scent came. A heavy sigh escaped his muzzle as the state of sleep was swept away by the scent he had never scented before. Slowly eyelids rose to reveal pure white orbs, not a single color or pupil marring the stunning white. No, he wasn't blind. He could see perfectly everything, perhaps even better than most wolves. He was always mistaken for a blind brute. He didn't really mind, if they were there to try to snap at a wolf that had a handicap then so be it, he would have no problem tearing them down to size.

Silently a yawn pulled back his muzzle, yet he made no sound as to give his spot away to the wolf he knew was near by. His nose twitched, caught the scent once more and kept it in his memory bank for later. The scent held nothing that resembled a brute, but that of a femora. His white gaze lifted to the crescent moon in the night sky as he simply relaxed in the cool night breeze that entangled and combed through his ebon pelt. Not many could spot him in a night like this, not with his pelt darker than the night. Though his white eyes may perhaps give him away as they seemed to glow with the smallest light of the moon; not to mention the silver crescent moon upon his forehead.

Finally he turned his head to where he could smell the femora, though in his position the rock hid him perfectly from her, yet hid her from him as well. If he was correct she was a couple rocks down from his, maybe just one. Slowly he shifted his form, lifted himself onto his large paws and stood at his full height. He twisted around and quite easily bounded on top of the rock he had been sleeping on. Tail and ears risen, showing off his position in the pack he lived to protect. Not a word did he speak, there was no sound from him, not from when he had moved or from his graceful land on the rock. As the wind shifted and ruffled his fur the wrong way Zetsuei knew his scent would drift toward female that was as silver as the moon. He displayed no hostility, he had no need to as of yet. For all he knew she could be a fem that Astear welcomed into the pack.

"Who are you..." He finally spoke, purposely brought her attention to him and to let her know he was here by his voice and not just by his scent. He stood proudly, his unblinking gaze never moving from her form as he watched carefully. Though she was a femora that did not mean she could have some pretty decent tricks up her paw. His tail slowly swayed behind him, but remained risen to keep her in mind his rank and that he would not put up with any disrespect from someone he knew not of.

"Stalking you huh?" The words came out humorous and covered with venom. White orbs stared almost blindingly at her, not an ounce of emotion flittering behind the colorless gems. "Do not assume I associate myself with 'stalking' another wolf." Eyes narrowed, but a humored smirk stuck to his lips as he slowly walked down off the rock he was on, his fur moving like waves over his rippling muscles. "You're in a land, that you have no right to be on, nor do I think have you been accepted onto it." He boldly stalked closer to her, uncaring what she might think or say. She was trespassing, Ast's scent was not on her and so he had no other reaction than to assume she was here with out knowing.

"I'm afraid it was you, who stalked up upon me. Little miss." He moved around the rock she was on, gazing at her, judging how much a threat she would be to him. "Brutes are scum you say? Well, I must say women like you who think people are stalking you are scum." He shot back, there was no harshness in his voice, just the simple truth to his statement. Was she stuck up enough to think that he was stalking her? Instead of her stumbling upon him while he slumbered? The next moment he was on the rock, his muzzle so very close to hers as hackles began to raise a bit, tail risen, fangs lightly bared. "You came upon me while I slept behind a rock. Do not get defensive when you're the one in the fault here." Perhaps he was being to harsh with the femora. But being called scum, and called a stalker did not necissarily please the ebony brute.

Get what you give. It was what he always thought, what his code had always been. This femore showed him disrespect in the lands he was Beta of, and so he would not show her an ounce of respect, or kindness untill she gave it in return. Calmly he sat in front of her, simply staring and watching with those unnerving white eyes. But that wasn't who Zetsuei was. He wasn't a nasty brute, or mean as he just now expressed himself as. "As it seems we are both on the wrong paw here. I was not stalking you, I was sleeping just beyond that rock over there before you came along. You're on the border of the pack I look after. Leaped to conclusions when it was cleary untrue. I have no...interest in stalking after femme's." He snuffed indignantly with a frown. Why would he need to stalk a female? No point in it really...- shrugging off that thought line he focused back on the female. "Anways, this isn't helping get on better terms now is it..." His body seemed to relax, but that didn't mean he dropped his guard. "My name is Zetsuei. Beta of Kentiro. And I am only wanting to know your business to be so close to the borders. I have no interest in...what ever it is we 'scum' brutes have in mind by your train of thought."


OoC: Sorry...that was a piece of shit @-@;;; -is lacking muse at the moment-