I don't think anyone truly realized how sharing a den with an insane wolf could drive another mad. Didn't I contemplate any ramifications when I herded Tychon here? Had I been out of my mind? I thought back to that day but decided, no, I hadn't eaten any rotten meat. No, nothing had went to my head except my self-important thoughts that I had found the perfect candidate. He had spent the remainder of winter holed up with me. First of all, I wasn't the most sociable wolf out there. Privacy and alone time were key points in my life, only shared with Viserion at times, but I had been stuck babysitting the horrid looking Tychon. He had not gotten any better either, only more maddening with each day. It put me in such a foul mood I often just took off to roam Spirane as the days went by, leaving Tychon to fend for himself because more and more it looked like to me he had settled in for the long haul.

So today, after having snuck out before dawn and eaten me a fat rabbit, I had decided it was time to figure out just what the hell he was going to do. Sure, bringing him back here was to get him to stay, but that didn't mean he would get to stay in MY den. I wasn't sure how he was, but I was not into dudes. My bulky figure had leaned down a little with spring and my fur had begun to shed in clumps. It left me feeling lighter and easier able to manuever so I had been focusing on hunting with intense focus as of late.

As I tread up the slope of the foothill that my den had been made in, I press my ears back and ready myself for whatever Tychon had to give me today. I doubted we could have a civil conversation even now for he often said things to get under my skin, like Mould Back. I pause before my den, taking a huffing breath before growling slightly. "Get out here Tychon," I demand, likely starting this conversation off on a bad foot. I couldn't help it though, his very presence had become a nuisance to me.