Deception.

That was the name of the game in which he excelled. It might as well have been his own name, for that had been the one task that had predominantly ruled his life. Mission after mission was spent with him lying to those who he forced to trust him. It was a continual run of stories to tell, and though he had changed his tactics, it was a lot of work. He had to seem common - he could not stand out in his skills or hint at all that he could be untrue, but at the same time he had to show enough skill to be allowed into the inner workings of the pack that he was currently infiltrating. This time would be no different. He had to force the wolves of the pack to accept him, which they already had, and then trust him. It was not the loners that lent themselves well to trust... No it was was social ones. He was not anything unique to look at, but if one were to look at his inner workings, the mechanics that made him tick they would find something entirely different. Internally, he was anything but common. His mind was smart and cunning. We're there IQ tests for vargs he would have been quoted as a genius in his own right. But as all know, geniuses are often lacking in other parts of the mind, and Jorah was no different. He had foolishly pled loyalty to his boss and could not see him for what he truly was - a tyrant. A crusher of peoples and taker of lands. Jorah only recognized the riches that he received upon the return from each successful mission and nothing more. And seeing as this would be the King's Greatest conquest, Jorah imagined that after this one last final mission, he would be given anything he wanted and be allowed to retire in a sort of fashion. He would be dubbed a knight and be allotted his own plot of land to rule over, one full of prey and plunder for the taking.

All he had to do was this one... Last... Mission...

And thus far it was going swimmingly. All of his years of experience had taught him many things, and so all that he had spoken thus far was the truth... Only it wasn't the whole truth. He had told Chenzii that he was here both to join the pack and to tell Kalgalath of his father's demise. Both of those statements were completely true without a single sense of falsehood. It was even true that he hoped that Kalgalath was as good of a leader as his father, for if he was, Jorah would not need to kill him, for he would remain in Blossom Forest to watch over his own pack instead of abandoning them to shepherd his father's own. Had she asked his role, he would have even told her that he had been trained in the strict rhetoric of subterfuge and assassination. For what assassin would tell their prey of their plan and reveal themselves for the monster that they were?

This one would.

Jorah would offer up his services to the King, offer to travel to other packs to see what was going on in them, and take out any of their opposition. So many deaths just so that he could accomplish a single mission... But it would all be worth it in the end, wouldn't it?

Chenzii had inquired as to whether he wanted to tell Kalgalath directly, and Jorah had nodded grimly. "I think it would be best that way, in truth." After receiving her acceptance, he had entered the pack - he was one step closer to his goal. But now it was time to meet the rest of the pack, so that he could inconspicuously get as much Intel as was possible. For he was an overachiever, and would not just report back about Kalgalath and whatever choice he made, but also about the ongoing so of this pack. Of their contributions, their plans... For if the King ever decided to come to this land, such information would just be another feather in his cap. Jorah first took a few days to scout the land, learning the layout, and picked a den out for himself, a rock walled cavern in the side of the mountain that kept him cool at high noon when the sun's rays were most brutal, but that he felt comfortable, he was ready to mingle. Trotting toward the boundary early in the morning, he started to run a patrol, sure that he would come upon other wolves sooner rather than later.