The man crossed his arms, merely turning his head toward the direction he heard the telepathic voice. Of course, they had to be in their wolf forms out here, so far from the city, he presumed. But were they hunting like animals or would he really find a job here? "I don't know who they were," he said, shifted his weight to one said as his arms still laid over his chest. "They just told me that the Bloodrose could offer something to an outlaw." He couldn't quite recall the name or what kind of group it was. He never heard of it before, but he did indeed get the information from someone he didn't know. Instead he was searching for hours and hours going from person to person, so he didn't know what the man's name was that told him of this. But, he was not hesitant to say his status as he usually was, as he had heard that this reclusive group had accepted people like him. Though, he wasn't looking for a place to belong, nor to live. He was an outlaw by most rights, and hardly any groups accepted him, not even the thugs that lived in the sewers in the streets. He was far too unpredictable. Even his appearance was frightening to most, even those that seemed quite menacing. He thought that he may have heard of Bloodrose before though. He had killed few that spewed some sort of name from their mouths before he finished them. Though, maybe it was something that sounded similar.

"Can you offer me work or not?" he growled, growing impatient. If not, he would leave. Trying to find work in the city was a mistake, he thought. It was just as horrible as Cendra, if not worse.

His eye looked up at the wolf as she perched on top of the rock, continuing to stay where he was. The Alpha...? That word made his unseen eye twitch, although he remained still. Was this some sort of clan that he hadn't heard of before? Was that what this group was...? Well, he certainly wasn't planning to join, even if it provided food and shelter. Wryn would most likely be disappointed in him, but it was the decision he made. Ever since that day he would never join another clan. Even if it took in an outlaw like him. Where were they when he asked for help to defeat his brother over a hundred years ago? Were they a newly formed group that decided to meet up now? Pathetic. It just showed how werewolves mistreated their own kind. But even if given a second chance he wouldn't stay. Radulfr would not make the same mistake again.

"I don't," he said, skipping his name and lying about not having a mate. Well, he tried to convince himself that this mate thing didn't exist anyway. But, he definitely wouldn't give up Wryn's identity just like that. Plus, would they even accept mates that are not werebeast? Why was she even asking about his mate anyway? Did they truly accept wolves and their mates that didn't have a place to go? For what price, he wondered. There had to be something that they offered them. Loyalty? Muscle? He could only imagine how high headed that would make her feel. Taking advantage of the outlaws and the homeless, feeding them and sheltering them but her still being on top, having them protect her with their very lives. The very thought of it made him sick.

Nothing for coin. Then there was nothing for him. Then whoever it was that told him of this, lied. He should just kill them all and take whatever they had. Things would be much easier then. Besides, they were out here in the woods weren't they? No one would miss them if they were gone, he presumed. But, if she had followers this would make it more difficult for him. "I don't need a place to stay," he said, his voice low as he dropped his arms from his chest. It was very hard to contain the anger he held, his blue eye glaring directly at the dark wolf's red ones. "Just tell me where I can find work," he said, now determined to go from one place to another, again. "Surely you must know. Alpha," his voice challenged, a small smirk on his face underneath his mask. "Otherwise I couldn't imagine how you would take care of those poor fools," he then teased, anger seething through his words.

His angry glare continued to peer in her direction, however once the others moved past the tree line his eyesight made its way to them, peering them all one by one as his head turned. His attention made its way back to the Alpha. They were of no use to him, it seemed that none of them would know where work can be found. Back in the city again. Hah. The very thought just made him want to puke. He was in the city. He had been searching there. For hours. Like a ticking bomb his anger continued to steam out from underneath his mask, although he did the best he could to contain it.

"I already checked in the city," he snarled, nearly laughing at the matter with a sarcastic smile hidden under his mask. "I have been searching. Now it brought me here. I have no time to waste so I will search elsewhere. I don't need your food," he said, turning around after a moment. He refused anything offered, especially from an Alpha. He continued to walk away, and he could feel the line of eyes watching him as he did, and his single eye looked side to side, seeing if there was any traps laid out for him anywhere. But so far he saw nothing but trees and brush. He continued for a little while, and until he thought that he was far enough from their view and deep within the forest on the mountain, he spotted a person. All alone, appearing to be gathering plants and placing them into a basket. Radulfr had enough of this. Even if it was someone in the same pack, he did not care any longer. He had to take his anger out on something... no, someone. They wore clothing so surely they must have coin.

Blind rage got the better of him, and he dashed toward the person, quickly drawing his sword and swinging in a horizontal ark. The person tried to shift, but he slashed through their chest midway, halting the shift and sending them downwards with an ear-piercing scream. Once he stood over them he placed two hands on the handle of his sword, plunging it downwards straight into their heart, causing their cries to cease. He then slid the blade from out of the corpse's chest, silently looking upwards as he let the sword dangle at his side, blood dripping onto the ground. Well, whoever it was, the pack was probably going to be here soon. They must have heard the scream, and he could almost hear the bushes rusting in the distance. Maybe it was one of them. But he couldn't tell what sort of creature they were trying to shift into, but it seemed that they took in almost anyone. But, if they were coming after him, he would need a plan of defense. They would already know it was him because of his anger toward them, and how he had stomped off into the wilderness. But first things first. He knelt down toward the person, rolling them over and checking their pockets. Nothing.

"Damn it..." he cursed, wishing that there was something worthwhile they had. His eye made its way toward the basket of fruit. Well, if he was to run he couldn't bring that with him now. Radulfr then stood, and his head turned, hearing the shaking leaves behind him. They were growing near, he could feel it. But, it was unlike him to run, and not all of them could catch up to him this far. He had made his way into trouble now, but he could not let them follow him back to his camp. He would have to fight the first few off, and run later.

Bracing himself, Radulfr drew his bloodied blade once more, pointing it toward the direction he heard the noise coming from. He was ready to fight, and hopefully their demise could satisfy him, unlike the defenseless one he had just killed. His icy blue eye narrowed. If he couldn't find work, at least he could find something to take out his anger on, he thought.

With hardly any time to react, the man was forced down by the weight of the wolf, plunging toward the ground as he dropped his blade momentarily. Instinctively he tried to kick her off of his with one hard boot, trying to force the wolf off of him before rolling over to the wide to somewhat regain his composure, leaning on all fours scrambling in an attempt to grab his blade. If she dashed toward him again he would turn around to swing with the force of both hands, hopefully continuing to keep her off of him. His single eye dashed back and forth, hearing the approach of the others. Just great. They would be too many to fight off if they attacked him all at once, and turning to head toward down the mountain, he glanced back to fend off any opposers with his sword as he ran. If he gained any distance from the rest and close to one, he would then switch to more an offensive approach, dashing forth with his blade although missing a few times, but hopefully giving at least a scratch.

His head rung with the bloodlust of battle. Despite his position, he was at least, distracted from the fact that he could not find work. Perhaps he was enjoying this. The man could have turned into a wolf, his beastly form that could match the strength and speed of the others, but with that mask on it rendered it impossible. It probably looked odd to the rest of them, or foolish, that he remained in his human form as he tried to fight them off, believing to himself that he had the advantage. Maybe he did, perhaps he was the hunter in the woods, one where armor and weapons could outmatch any beast within the wild. Although, he was only one against many. But that didn't mean that he was willing to give up or surrender now.

Radulfr continued to head down the mountain, running away from the angry crowd, but secretly hoping that a few fast enough were able to catch his speed. He caught sight of a ledge of a small cliff down below, and he turned around to see how many were following him as his steps slightly slowed from his sprint. Whoever was nearest to him he would lunge at them with his full force, hoping to tackle them in an attempt to bring him down the cliff with him.

This wasn't his first time fighting a clan. No, far from it. But, he had never won a single battle against many of his own kind. He knew their ways, but they were not strong on their own. If he were to go down, so would one of them.

Radulfr tried his best to pull the leopard down, grabbing onto its back, he held as his legs dangled over the distance down below. His timing had to be quick, otherwise only he would fall and he would not go down without the other coming with him. He thought the tackle would have seized both of their weight, but the cat had more strength than he thought. Sliding down the leopard slowly, his grip slipping, he brought out one fisted punch toward the feline's side, hoping to knock them off as he held on with the other arm. Looking down at the distance below them he let go, falling down but also hoping what he did had worked. However, the distance was longer than it seemed. The werewolf thought he could land on his feet, but as he reached the hard ground his knees buckled, and he felt his weight fall over himself as his boots slid on the dirt, his chest pounding down to the ground. Without time to waste he got up, running as he swept his fallen sword from the floor, stumbling as he did so. His armor appeared less shiny that it was, now covered with dirt, scratches, and black marks here and there, the black shirt underneath torn in some places.

He ran, although he had a limp in one leg as he did, and it was apparent. It must have been strained or broken when he fell from the cliff. But he could run, that was all that mattered. Not only that, he could still feel the sting of injuries from the alpha. She was stronger than she looked. But he couldn't think, just press forward as he ran along the dirt and rocks, passing by the thick patch of trees. He then tried to swiftly place his sword back in its sheath, but this slowed him down a bit. Once it was in he continued to sprint, now having nothing to slow him down in his arms, he looked from side to side before turning his head around. At least he sort of lost them, but now he could see the lone black wolf upon the cliff, the animals trailing around the cliff to find their way down to catch up to him. If they were still going to track him, he would have to find a way to get back to the camp. Turning forward, he could only see more steep inclines of the rocky mountain, leading down into what looked like ice. If he continued down, it would be trouble trying to find his way back up the mountain and toward his camp. Although, he did not have much time to decide, as one glance back behind him he could see that they neared. There was not much choice in the matter, and he then began to continue heading forth, running down the steep inclines sloppily, tiny rocks flying into the air as he did. He had his share of fun, but now he realized that he was probably in more danger than he previously had thought.

As Radulfr continued to run, it barely registered to him that there was another that approached him. Merely brushing it off as another mountain goat as he continued down the slippery steep slope, boots nearly flying into air as he stumbled to run. Sprinting onto the larger rock, his attention merely focus forward, but that was when he felt the large horn up against his side, poking into his skin just barely underneath his chest guard. The force made him fly across the other edge of the mountain, the werewolf falling onto his side as he rolled, bouncing from one ledge to another as he spun. His head whipped around in his helmet, feeling hearing the metal clangs as they skidded across the rocks. Just before he was about to fall off another cliff that led further down below, his hand caught onto a ledge on the opposite side, just barely hanging on as his legs dangled down toward the abyss. He immediately grab hold with his other hand, turning his head slightly back to peer out with one eye about the mountain goat that stopped near the end of the cliff on the other side, no way to get around to where Radulfr was. Though he could feel the grip nearly slipping from his hands. With effort he managed to pull himself upward, although there was hardly any space above where he had landed. He could feel the pain of the blood oozing out from his side. And in that moment he grunted. Although he could not wait. Presuming that the goat and the others would find a way to get him off the ledge soon, he moved along the edge, his hands carefully moving one after another, swinging his own weight for more momentum. He was trying to get around the edge where he was on, he finally heaved himself onto a smaller ledge, laying down upon it with all of his weight. Taking heavy breaths, Radulfr crawled forward, he had to get away from them, otherwise he can meet his demise down in the chasms below.

But with that blow to his side, his efforts were made harder, and much slower, but still, he was determined. Once he found a wider ledge, on wobbly legs eventually he was able to stand. He didn't look down below. He didn't need to be reminded that he was standing high above the surface below. One slip and he would be doomed. He held the rock with one hand for stability, the other hand clenching where that mountain goat had hit him. He staggered forward, aiming to get to a better spot than where he was right now. They could catch up with him at any moment, and there was no time to lose. As he continued, the hand that pushed against the wall fell into nothingness, the man stumbling as he struggled to regain his balance. But he soon turned his head, seeing that it led to a cave, hidden deep within the rocks. Making his way inward, he decided that this would be a good hiding place for now. He made his way further deep into the darkness, the only light letting in from the outside. Once he thought he was deep enough, Radulfr slid down onto the floor, his back leaning against the rock as he continued to hold onto his side. He breathed more steadily, but his side was in pain, knowing that he had taken a large hit. He did his best to try and slow the bleeding for now. His mind could barely focus on anything else, but they were stronger than he predicted. He laughed in anger.

"Damn bastards..." he cursed, closing his eye as he tried to let the pain subside.