He found himself wandering the river banks of Moladian, watching other wolves as they walked by. Sometimes he would follow them for a little while and study them, watch their mannerisms. This whole playing out emotions thing was tricky. How could you show it without coming off as extreme? Sure, he knew the faces of anger and terror and even lust, but just content or irritated was a little harder to play out. His tail flicked behind him as he watched a female. She smelled of Iromar, the pack he used to call home, at least for a brief period. Back when his nephew, Blackthorne, ruled. Once Blackthorne left, Loki didn't really have a reason to stay anymore so he wandered off and no one came looking. Not that he expected them to. He was pretty good at blending in. Being in the free lands though made it harder to blend in. He was alone but so were most of the wolves out here. He did find something he enjoyed though, a new hobby, if you will.

It started after that wolf talked too much and he killed him. That rush of power was...intoxicating. It made Loki sure there was some kind of feeling just there on the tip of his tongue. Hungry for more, he started choosing his targets. Did he need motive to kill? Most had some kind of motive, whether it was vengeance, hunger, or something else. There was a male being pushy with a female who kept telling him to back off so Loki decided it was the "gentlemanly" thing to do to kill the guy. Sure, the female screamed and carried on so he ended up killing her too but it was still good motive, right? Then winter came and with it, stupid hormones and a female gave him that look so he followed her to a cave where unmentionables happened and then he ended up killing her too. That was almost second nature after the act of breeding. It was like his body had to go further to get that rush he was aching for. Only once her body lied motionless on the den floor did he finally feel fully satisfied.

The female in question he was watching today went to the dry river banks and there were other wolves there. Loki stopped in the trees to watch further. There were two other females there and a male who looked and smelled familiar. When he spoke to the female, he finally recognized him with a thoughtful scowl. Blackthorne. So his nephew was back in Moladian.