The attack came about an hour after the watch shift change. The camp had descended into sleep, and watchmen- all three of them, were tired, having been awoken from sleep for their watch, and the night had been quiet. Those awake and keen of ear might have heard a near silent Thththud-thththud-thththud of something heavy approaching quickly on all fours. There came the sound of tearing, and a wet, sucking ripping noise, followed by the sound of a body falling to grass as the first fell with nary a moment to be surprised
"AWAKE! TO ARMS! WOLF! WO-" The watchman who'd seen him rend the first found his voice, and earned a painful yet brief death, the cry cut short followed by the sound of gore, and a lot of it, splashing in the grass.The rest of the camp didn't fair much better, it was a loud, violent, harsh sounding minute and a half before it was still again. Not a single sound had come from Alexios.
Slavers. In his territory, trying to steal away with his new mates in the carriages. Scum of the earth. All of them. He'd scented them as they gave chase to the mate he'd been stalking, he'd almost ravaged them then, when he smelled more mates upon them and had to follow them back. He moved to the wagons and pulled away the tarp he came to, and earning some screams. He didn't care. He had to find his mates. A big sniff of the wagon told him it wasn't this one. He moved away to locate a round of keys before tossing it into the wagon. "Free yourselves and walk, you're about a day past the nearest town, take what you need from the camp." his voice was low and harsh, modified by the fact that he was in his hybrid form, almost towering over the tops of the cages themselves.
He moved to the next cart and ripped the tarp off it, again, more screams, Alexios didn't seem surprised, the front of him was covered in gore after all. Another large sniff, not here either. He drop another ring of keys into the cage then walked to the last tarp covered wagon, they had to be here.
And they were, he knew immediately that they were there, as soon as he ripped the tarp off he could smell them. "Ah, there you are." He hoped that it didn't sound menacing, but the nervous shuffling from inside definitely said otherwise. This wagon, unlike the other two, was filled entirely with women. His eye turned to the remains of the head slaver. A sex slaver, apparently. Alexios would have killed them anyway, regardless of if they had any of his new mates or not.
While many of the women within these cages weren't his mates, there was at least two. The one he'd seen them take and the one he'd smelled on the slavers. Taking a deep breath, he singled out their scent from the scent of the other women, most of whom had known the touch of a man, and could never be his mate. There was the first, another deep breath, there was the second. As he shifted his weight down to rend the door open, his nose singles out the smell of a third. Good lord, what a busy year he would have. With a rumble and a smile, "How fortunate we are to have all found each other tonight, let's get you out of there." and his claws quickly mutilated the gate lock, letting the gate swing open.