When the walls burn down

Nobody's gonna mess me around

Ian MacKinnon

I'm on the highway to hell

His ears perked up at the slightest noise and his nose twitched at the slightest scent. Ian had become greatly paranoid after noticing the scent change of his alpha which marked that she was with child. He had been vigilant in keeping all loners away from her who might do her harm. That day he had decided upon a break and his voice was soft as he sung a song to himself. He had learned it from a Bard who had once passed through his homelands when he was little more than a pup. The song was about woe, love, loss, pain. Several emotions he seemed to go by on a daily basis. The guardian figure was along the bay as he stared out. More and more wolves seemed to be popping up and they were taken in as brethren. Despite their acceptance, Ian was determined not to let them anywhere near the pups until the could prove themselves.