Get your grubby paws off my stuff!!!

Cream white paws tapped the rock he was lying on. Overlooking the valley below, he watched with bored interest as he saw small dotted figures moving about below. He had left the Northern Lands, deciding he didn't want to give up his freedom just yet. A smirk would play on his lips, however, when he heard that the Glaciem "King" had lost against the Valhallan Empress. Ah what a fool...to fight for something so stupid and lose. A rumble rose in his chest at the thoughts, amused by the antics of that particular pack. He also heard that the Alpha's mate was taken as a result of losing the battle against the ghosts mate. Or one of his whores? Uisge couldn't tell what they were really, the pale one it seemed, would fuck anything that had lady parts.

Uisge stood, the thoughts running in his head and he was quite amused. He moved off the rock he was on, traveling upwards with no particular destination. He enjoyed his freedom, and would not let some fool take it away and tell him what to do. Granted the man himself would often sleep with other females on a weekly basis, it just seemed that the routine became boring. The whores having nothing more to offer then the warmth between their legs, and then he would leave. He began to crave something more, though he didn't know what.

Soon, the man came onto a small platform a few minutes after leaving his previous spot. Sapphire eyes peered around, catching the sight of an opening in the rockface. He moved forward, quiet steps never making a sound as he neared the opening. The scent of something strange met him, and with curiosity he would enter the hall. He wondered who or what was in here, but whatever it was he could easily overpower should it decide to attack him. He was a rather large brute after all. After a short distance, he noticed a hole off to the side in the wall. Stopping, he peered into it and gazed with curiosity at the things in side. It looked like a hoarding den, but who could arrange things this way?
He stepped inside, glancing first at the shells and other knick knacks that were arranged, then at the wolf skull that sat in the center of it all. With a raised brow, he moved closer and nudged the skull, the scent of its owner long gone. He looked around some more, his paws often shifting a shell here and there, putting things out of place just slightly. With his back to the entrance, he moved farther in to nose more of the things that he found. This...is all very strange...He thought.