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I wander away from Diveen, ready to get some air and more importantly, do some scouting. The race to Iromar was fun, especially since I got to feel that fire again, the adrenaline in my veins, the battle cry burning in my throat. I was a fighter again, an assassin, primed and ready for the kill. Heyel took charge of the talking but I don't resent him for that. He's a talker, I'm more of an action kind of guy. I'd rather save the talking for after the breathing stops. Baphomet is asking for trouble, having his wolves steal from packs one after the other. Diveen is going to get tired of it eventually, though it looks like the assassins will be ready for action far ahead of the rest of the pack. Isola and Kane are lost in their bliss, a new son and family to take care of but Kane's not seeing the big picture. Diveen needs to be kept safe and the wolves need to come first. They should be stopping this threat, not standing firm. Kane is my son in a lot of things. The fight he just came back from, for instance. He fought like a warrior and I couldn't be more proud. He went for damage, just like I taught him. He showed Makism better than to mess with Diveen. But he should be using that energy on Baphomet's pack now, showing them not to mess with Diveen. He went there for his imprint, Isola's sister. The irony is not lost on me. In love with the sister of your soul mate. I don't envy him that. I wander further away from Diveen and the forest looms up ahead. My eyes gleam, caught up in the beauty of the shadows. It's hard to find that in Diveen, with all the plateaus and high places to go. There are times when I would kill for a nice overhang or forest of trees to hide out in. I race ahead, ready to let the darkness engulf me. I slow up when unfamiliar scents tangle my nostrils. Of course other wolves would be here. I let my paws choose my path, stepping around the noise making objects to make my approach quiet. This is second nature to me so it's not a hard feat at all. I spy a wolf through the bushes to my left but I keep walking. I'm not really sure I'm in much of a socializing mood. This was supposed to be an excursion to clear my head, after all. I'm almost clear of the wolf when I hear a faint clunk of something hard hitting. Snapping my head, I narrow my eyes at the wolf, whose now shaking their head and looking around, a frown plastered on his frustrated features. Glancing around, I note a small rock rolling away. A rock? How would that end up on a wolf's head? I glance up at the trees, looking for troublesome squirrels or maybe a bigger bird? But there's nothing to see. Plus it would be too much trouble surely for something to take a rock up in the tree. It's not food and not good nesting material. I shake my head and keep looking. In the distance I can just make out a figure shuddering, as if crying or laughing. Curious, I circle wide around the victim and make my way toward the shuddering wolf. When I get closer, I can make out the sounds of his laughter and my brow shoots up. I guess we have a culprit, but how did he throw it? With his mouth? Surely that's a long shot to aim when slinging your head to the side. Looking around, I spy the little contraption. I know wood just doesn't lay like that by itself, and certainly not with rocks stacked such as that all neatly. This is homemade. I glance at the wolf again, eyes glinting with humor. He's a large wolf, both taller and more in stature than me. Why have I not seen him around Moladian before? New? I guess this is some way to welcome himself to the neighborhood. I step out of cover behind him, paws silent as I stop a few feet away, far enough to dodge if he tries to make an attack. Does that start your day out right, assaulting other wolves? My voice is soft, almost dangerous but with an edge of amusement. |