Tregan got up from his seat and left the castle..his steps bringing him into the woods where he perked an ear at the sound of zxander yelling..and what seemed like ..rubbish talking in return..clicking his teeth..muttering to himself he does a rather rapid 180 away from it ..returning to the castle while they argue backa nd forth about who the shepardess belongs to..grabing his axe from  the mantle of the fireplace..trudgeing back down through the woods..knocking a young tree over with his arm because its in his way as he emerged from the treeline ..hot diggity damn ..he looks like some norse God..no shirt on..just pants..scar tattered and muscular torso rippleing with each step ..mainly from his right pec and forearm as he carried that massive battle axe..within a few more moments he as standing next to his alpha..tilting his head at the young wolf..<br/><br/>*pause....pause....pause*<br/><br/>"problem?"