Covet certainly did think. He pondered quite a lot about this and that. His mind was always on the go; thoughts turning this way and that. He couldn't help it, nor did he want to. There were times when he would plot out something down to a last pawstep. Nothing wrong with a good plan unless it was carried out incorrectly. However, that was what backup plans were for. And yes, he had a few plans circling around in his head as he waited for the right moment to carry them out. There were circumstances that had to be just right, of course. Not to mention the fact that Covet needed to sort out the possibly repercussions of what he intended to do. He liked to be prepared.

Yes, he was dangerous. Yes, he could suddenly flip on her if he had a mind to; but he did not. Covet was curious about this female who sought him out. Curious of the questions she wanted to ask of him. He felt no real reason to keep the answers from her, either. Even though she could take the information back with her that could do him future damage. He is very aware of this, but it does not phaze him. He will find a way out of whatever trouble that comes his way. He does not feel fear; not now. Yet for all the danger that could be found around Covet, he did have some kind of code to how he picked a wolf to kill. He usually watched them first. He observed the lifestyles they had.

Covet had no reason to kill Fathom thus far, nor want to. But harm was another story, for he could not go back on his word. What kind of creature would he be if he did? No, something had to be done, and he was still sorting that one out in his mind. The warning from this female over Fathom is met with a nod; he hears it, but that does not mean he will avoid Fathom for it. He waits as the female continues to circle, and then he heard her question and looked at her calmly. "When I turned two it started. Then it became worse as time went on. It seems to have settled now into where it might stay." He gave pause to take a breath. "And so far, yes. I'm always open to try new things, however; and often do to test it." He rolls his shoulders in a shrug. Particular targets. He nods. "The weak. Don't need them procreating anyway. They'd only dilute good lines." He replied with a curl of his lips.

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