Slowly, so slowly Markus walked over to the bodies sniffing their lifeless forms sadness blooming in his heart at the loss of his pack kin.. HIS Pack kin the ones who looked to him as their leader. He guided them it was his job to make sure they survived, and he had just failed. He took a deep breath and buried that emotion deep inside, he couldn’t wallow in grief of failure, he had to keep strong and find out who had committed this atrocious act in his woods no less. He leans down biting onto the necks of one of the wolves and begins dragging, though he only gets several feet before stopping. A smell hits his nostrils and he turns his head. “Why.. Of all days are we getting so many strays wandering into our lands?” He looks to Sam and shakes some snow out of his fur. “We have a hunter back at the cabin, he’s unarmed. When we get back we will restrain him, and you can question him. For now we need to deal with this stray and these bodies.” 

He shakes his head a bit and gives a howl to alert the stray of where they were. Whether the stray was coming in peace or in violence Markus didn’t really care he just wanted this out of the way so he could take care of the important business that revolved around the whole pack. “Sam… Get fuzzy.” he said with a chuckle. He had always enjoyed Sam’s company ever since she had made her way to Geri. He felt like he could trust her which was rare in the pack except for his enforcers and Lupa. He knew that he couldn’t let Paranoia get to bad but he couldn’t get rid of it entirely that would make him to open to attacks from those who could possibly want his position.