(PS. I am SO sorry about how slow I am!)

Packs that only allowed the strong became chaos. A snide look is given to Thor in response. "Yet if they were once weak and then became strong, perhaps the chaos could be contained. A firm paw is all that is needed." And his charcoal eyes flash silver at the idea, cutting away from Thor for a moment as he thinks. As he plots and plans and hatches new dreams. Weakness could be cured - death or growth. There was no where in this world that it could stagnate unless given the chance to do so. Underidge screamed and raged against the weak and old, thinking them a waste, but Blackthorne understands that it might not be that simple.

Yet Thor grows sentimental with his words and Thorne's ears snap back, his eyes looking disdainfully at the male. "I would not need your help. If I cannot hold my own in a challenge then I deserve my fate." His words are harsh, cutting, and full of belief. Nothing could change that. "No, it is not," he adds cryptically to Thor's 'not everything is what is seems,' a flash of his fanged grin given. He is at once a boy and an adult, leaping between pride and darkness with ease.

A scoff is given as he begins his taunting of Thor, the blood in his veins beginning to pound with NEED, with an adrenaline that only bloodlust could fuel. Was that a flash of temper in those eyes of his 'mentor?' It makes his smile grow wide, fierce, all teeth and sharp edges as he glides forward then jolts to the side like a jackal. A smooth move and a jagged following - there is little that be predictable about Blackthorne for he is a mesh of cunning and ferocity, of youth and impertinence. "Ah, well, then I suppose you will be delighted to know they strengthen me too." Again, the flash of his eyes, a wickedness that could not be contained as his tongue roves across his lips in a tell-tale sign of what he meant. "Their rotted bones were dull but I wonder... will you have the same taste?"

And then he lunges, having jolted forward and side to side in his dance of distraction. Thor was calm and well put together and a more experienced fighter but it didn't dissuade Thorne. He lunges with head low directly at the chest of Thor, intending to jerk his head up at the last second so that his crown will smash into the underside of Thor's jaw, hopefully knocking his head up and if he is lucky, the male will bite his own tongue off. He had heard enough of it. But he will not stop, raising his body almost like a horse in an attempt to throw off whatever counter Thor gives him while attempting to rake his sharp claws down the other males upper and lower legs, teeth snapping at whatever he can grasp inbetween.