Wake up and fight again

He moved looking for more recruits. His gut told him to check the battlefield for possible allies. That was where war was waged and friends could be made. His ears pressed back and he eyed the battlefield ahead with his one eyed gaze. He heard the howl and he smirked. He had no intent on fighting but he would watch one go down, then look for the friends he wanted. He pressed forward, coming to stand at a distance and off to the caller's side. His golden eye settled on her and he studied her body. Not bad for a bitch, yet he didn't quite find her interesting yet. He sat and waited to watch. His war paint painted him as what he was though. He was a Hellstrom. He was a Hellstrom looking to be an alpha more importantly. He held himself in such a way as well.