:: Narcias :: Adult :: Male :: Mateless :: Packless, for now ::

The white wolf felt a small pang of disappointment. This brute seemed such a buzzkill. Always spoiling his fantasies. "Do you always have to try and ruin my fun?" He would be getting his revenge on his brother either way. And if he decided to throw Spring Grounds off his trail and after Malignant, that would give him more than enough time to disappear. And sure, he would be hunted. But by the time the word of his treachery had spread, he would be long gone. Take on a new name, a new personality, and find a new home. Wait awhile until the buzz had died down, and go back to causing trouble. It sounded good to him. "You talk about my death as if it's a problem for me. As long as I get my revenge, I really don't care what happens to me. My death is simply another drop of blood in the lake that I plan on leaving behind. Fight as dirty as you wish, but if you managed to find me, and more importantly, catch me, I won't even put up a struggle. Just know that for every wolf you send to hunt me, I die a little happier, because that means I was successful." With a mischievous smile plain on his face, he decided it would be best not to mention his plans. "You know, I think I should be going. I have work to do, and I don't think it'd be wise to linger." And then, another jab at the wolf's ego: "Besides, you don't seem to be worth my time anyhow."