Konrad had been human at one point, not born into a long line of werewolves. The werewolf instinct had taken over since then but there was still a small bit of human instinct that he has done his best to lock away rather than embrace. Why should he embrace something that was no longer a part of him? Why should he look weak to those who were of pure blood? Just because he was not born a werewolf does not mean he was incompetent. However, humans were also just as much animals as werewolves were so he didnâ€™t feel bad at all that the urge to spill blood was becoming stronger within him. The atmosphere was tense and the scent of battle lingered in the air, and since she was obviously looking to release some of her energy on him then he might just go ahead and give her a fight she would not forget.<br/><br/>He had a level of respect for her, still, because she had acknowledged him as an Alpha and not some mangy stray who did not belong like the one who took his pack from him did.<br/><br/>Briefly his attention was drawn away from her when the winds once again shifted. â€œThe battle has begun,â€ Konrad grinned as he looked towards the forest, the scents of the rogues and a few others who lingered around the territoryâ€™s boundary seeming to coalesce; war. The wolf within him could no longer be contained, the tension in the air driving him wild. Literally. Animalistic tendencies were chomping at the bit now that all sides have made their move; he wanted to get into the action. Claws and fangs assaulted their bindings, desiring freedom, but the animal was not going to have to wait long before it was able to run free. Konrad was going to release everything that has built up to cause the animal to become like this , being kicked out of his pack, being stopped, the scents in the air, before anything else happened, before he missed his chanceâ€¦ before they got to her.<br/><br/>The tone of his voice changed suddenly, from calm toâ€¦ hungryâ€¦ But he was not hungry because he was out for blood. â€œYou wonâ€™t be escorting me anywhereâ€¦â€ He said with a low growl in his voice as he began to eye her up once more. Konrad took a few steps towards her before he shifted into his wolf form, fangs bared as he snarled maliciously. With the battle beginning he was reminded that the prize was right before him. But what if he got to her before they did? Usually he was not one to act out, especially like this, but there was something deep inside of him, some sort of instinct, that was telling him that she was to be his. Perhaps it was something saying he should protect her, just maybe. It was possible because he almost felt protective of her and he didnâ€™t quite understand why.<br/><br/>Instinct was not something he understood fully, other than understanding that he needed to act. So he acted out. Not only out of instinct, but because deep down he felt compelled to do so. He stepped to the side and then lunged for her, digging his fangs gently into her neck. Konrad then began holding himself against her. An act of violence? Not quite. There were other ways to release energy, no matter how uncouth. Every bone in his body was telling him that she was to be his and he was not letting these rogues, these other wolves, get their claws on her.