by Wolvine » Sun Mar 13, 2011 8:00 am
Night turned to look at Drift, and gave a small growl to himself. He was tired of this same boring routine. Being leader of the fighters was nice, but he had his eye on the Beta spot. Though he had nothing against Jamel, he wanted to be high ranked again. But perhaps it was his brother who would need eliminating? He shook his head. No. You are a pack wolf now, not a rouge or a loner. Nobody knows you as the legend here, just as an ordinary wolf. I must be loyal. Eventually, Damon would die, and when he did, Night would be there to step up and take the prize. He only then noticed Zeth. "I used to be a loner remember? I can hunt, and its fun really."
Locust laughed, and trotted out into the den, his tail high in the air. It was a good day, and the scent of fresh kill was already in the air.