Chass got to his feet and loped over to the edge of the forest. In it, he could see several beady eyes staring back at him. He wondered why Mary had asked to see Cassie. Could she think that he told her? Probably. he was never the most trustworthy in the pack, not even when the alpha was still... here. Should he change his reputation? No, he liked it this way. A good hunter should make prey feel uneasy, but he made his own kind uneasy. He shrugged, still staring out into the darkness. Ah, it was about time to go to sleep. He turned around, padding towards his small den that was a bit...
seperated from the other dens. He had vouched for this one after no one else did because Eliza* had also wanted it, and so did he. Back then, it was rare that they could agree on something, and it was a perfect fit for both. He sighed, laying down in the small enclosure. he missed Eliza... he wondered if anyone else remembered her. It has been so long since the attack... ((Just gonna RP his history out in the form of thought, 'cause it seems to be more interesting to me that way
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((Eliza's his dead mate, just FYI c:))