Firefly Glen crashing out into the noise

iliksis drew a long blink, suitably satisfied by his studies of the other male. it seemed the adolescent was doing the same to him - good, thought iliksis - let him permanently sear in his mind what the brand of true hatred and evil looked and felt like.

ironically, it was not  so discernably different from other brands that marked the hallmark of man - perhaps that was what made hatred so dangerous. its ability to snare and creep undetected through realms of wolves, disguised as goodness or righteousness. and in some ways, hatred was not different at all from righteousness.

iliksis had no knowledge of moonspear's territory being so close - mostly because he had not trekked that far west yet. he spoke, but his voice was gravelly and as weak as the sun overhead - cracked from rare use and hardly, if ever, utilized. "food." he said, licking his blood-flecked chops as a reminder. "this is.. the glen?" he cast a look about him - to him, it was another indistinguishable territory without name or much interest.