For years he has kept his former pack together and quite well at that, keeping it safe through many battles with several rival packs there was a time where he thought that pack to be his home, his family. It did hurt a little that they were now turned against him, wanting him gone, but his wolf scolded his heartache and urged him to go on. Reduced to nothing more than some insignificant rogue, he turns tail and runs from them but make no mistake for he was no coward. He does not run because he is some feckless little puppy; if they wanted him gone then fine, he would take his leave.  That pack was going to fall apart without him sooner or laterâ€¦ They would realize just how well he kept the pack together and then probably beg for him to return. Or, of course, he could always gather some tough wolves and take it back by force â€“nah that wasnâ€™t his style.<br/><br/>And who was to say that he would even take back his pack at all, again this was a fresh start for him. Why should he bother with something that obviously no longer cared about him, seeing as they threw him away so easily? He could fight back, take what was rightfully his, but this was his choice. On the other hand he might have a bit of trouble on his handsâ€¦<br/><br/>Oh yes, Konrad had picked up the scents of the wolves gawking at him as he left the territory of his former pack. He had expected some members of the rival pack to gawk as he was forced out of his pack but there was something almost amusing about this. Now that he had no home they were either taking this opportunity to strike the pack or they were completely ignoring them and coming after him thinking he was easy prey. Since he was now a rogue smack between pack territories he didnâ€™t need to think twice to figure out that it was the latter. What was amusing about this was the fact that they all had seemed to jump on him so quickly after being cast out. And soon the other scent, one from the other pack gawking at him that touched his nose after he had caught the rogues told him why. The Alpha of the pack to whom the territory he was now invading belonged was female.<br/><br/>This time of year females were ripe for the picking; it was only natural that some other males would want to have themselves a piece of that ass before someone else got there. A lone wolf like him could easily be absorbed into the pack, become the femaleâ€™s mate, and then claim it as his own.  It would be just his dumb luck that he was driven out of his pack during this time of year where everyone was inevitably rowdy. Looks like he was in a bit of a predicament, he thought to himself with a snort. What was the saying? Caught between a rock and a hard place, yeah that was it. He was caught between a rock and a hard place right this moment. With the rogues growing restless and the female heading his way things really were not looking too bright for him.<br/><br/>â€œFascinating,â€ he said with a grin as the first wolf came before him, his thick German accent clear in his voice when he spoke. Feeling his wolf becoming restless he crossed his arms and smirked wolfishly, tilting his head slightly. It had been the female who confronted which was really not all that surprising considering this was her territory. She was out here defending her home from possible intruders no doubt and from the scents in the forest she had some company with her as well. Something he would have done once upon a time. However, he was half expecting the rogues to make the first moveâ€¦ perhaps he should coax them out of their little hiding spot. Normally he did not pick fights, but the belligerent scent coming from the rogues, specifically their Alpha, was telling him blood may very well be spilled.<br/><br/>The â€˜prizeâ€™ as it were was right before him now and this was allowing him to make the first move. He was not normally one who picked fights but right now he wasnâ€™t in the mood.