Border patrol, a little sleep, training, border patrol again. This has been my ritual for months now, it seems. The borders are stale with Queens' scent but I know she's still here, somewhere. She just had her puppies and she's probably spending time with them, teaching them. I haven't been out as much lately but I intend to solve that, though I hardly know what remains of the ferocious pack of Malignant Felicity. Perhaps they've all moved on, perhaps joined the army Kershov is building in Abendrot. Maybe they're just off terrorizing loner wolves, whatever it is they do. None of my concern. I finish tearing into the yearling doe I managed to take down. It was luck, really. I found her limping around on three legs. She looked like she'd been attacked by a cougar or something and managed to get away but she was permanently crippled, her leg dragging useless behind her, twisted at an abnormal angle, never to be used again. And now thanks to me, she never has to worry about that. Really, I did her a mercy, and now her meat can strengthen me. I eat my fill and drag the rest to my den, eager to start again on it later. Licking my chops, I start toward the creek at a steady lope, ears flickering around the pack lands, listening for sounds that are out of the ordinary. That's when I hear a call, a challenge. Instantly, I pause, coming to a halt as my ears prick toward the borders. My hackles bristle instantly, ears flattening to my skull as my tail arches up over my spine. Golden eyes lash with a vengeance as I race toward the borders, my tank-like form weaving through the trees with practiced ease. Daring to challenge for the throne of such a prestigious pack, what is she thinking? Since Queens with with her children, I'll take this little matter off her paws. I make it to the borders in no time, gaze sweeping over the female with disdain. She has her scars but that means diddly squat to me. I am covered in scars. I was an assassin before coming to Blossom, a rogue who grew up with a brotherhood who trained me in the art of killing. I did this for years and gave up the stealth part to fight out in the open, the way I prefer. Then I was really able to paint the earth my favorite color. I painted my masterpieces and finally made my way to Blossom and then to Malignant, where I met Queens. She's the first wolf I've ever really felt loyalty to. I would kill for her for a second. Then again, it doesn't really take much to convince me to take a life. I look her up and down once more, lips curling back as my voice releases in a snarl.

What that said, I take off for the clearing, ready to do some ripping and tearing, my specialty.