A soft, devious chuckle filled the forest full of weeping willows that made the most wonderful sounds as the wind played with them. It was absolutely magnificent, a true masterpiece. But Trick was too busy making plans to notice anything. For now, it was just a place from which he would rule the packs located around- and within here. With so many wolves, there had to be some sort of drama, and he was going to be the cause of it.

The victorious man with a grin like a madman strolled through his new "home". He snickered, getting familiar with the place as well as the scent of his new "family". Hah, did Warbone really trust him? He was just like his brother, strong but blind and deaf. But, he had to say, he was a mighty good actor. In his life, he had only been caught in an act once. But that was years ago, he had refined his movements and voice, as well as his way of thinking. Suddenly, he froze, hearing the screeches of a bird. Poor creature, he thought, assuming it had been killed. He had to know who the victorious hunter was though, and so he followed his nose to a silhouette of copper and red.

The small, raven trickster quickened his pace, his body made more for speed and agility. He could see that this female -yes, he could smell and kind of see she was female- had around the same build. Huh, what a coincidence that both their "weak" bodies were following a brute like Warbone. But did she have the wit and intelligence that Wylie had? He caught up with her, strolling beside her but keeping his distance.

Greetings! He exclaimed. May I? He asked, requesting he could join her to wherever she was going. He needed to get closer to his pack mates anyway.

The girl's instincts hadn't been wrong, or so he would say if he could read her mind. Sometimes he thought he actually could, simply because he noticed little physical changes with ease, but knew he actually couldn't. He was, in his sense of the word, not insane. Insane was 'not totally there with the mind' for him, and he was more aware of things than anyone he had met. An insane being wouldn't even know how to enter a pack, think of such devious plans as Wylie was doing. He was bad, terribly bad, but he did it so well. He knew he couldn't be trusted-his whole personality kind of went around this- and he loved every second of it.

The snake watched her, a curious twinkle in his grass eyes, as she dug under the creature that had first flown in the air carelessly. This just reminded him of how fast a life could end, both for him and the ones around him. At least she was nice, despite having blood on her paws. She had killed, but it had been for surviving, not for fun like Trick once did. His head tipped to the left, watching her with a kind smile. Yeah, she was alright.

He did not return the sniffing, instead; he sat down, formally so, his leafy eyes fixated on her. Trick is the name, my lady. He introduced himself. We little ones gotta stay together, huh? He joked, keeping his formal English at a minimum with this one. the aye alone all made him want to talk like a pirate again, but he had joked about that already with Warbone, so it wasn't that fun anymore.

Kunik, a not so specific name like Warbone, but still nice to say. He did found the name unique, which was the only thing a name really had to be -for him at least. Kunkun sounded more fun though, woot woot! Nicknames were a good start at a fake friendship, he thought, but he assumed a lot of things. What a lovely name. He said, his voice as sweet as honey with just the right amount of wit in it. They say a not so ordinary name, like Kunik, makes others think they could do something out of the ordinary. He commented as a sort of compliment.

Aah, trades, yes yes, he had his mind set on some. he had yet to chose which one specifically, but he was getting there. It was just that, with his intelligence, wit and agility -ahum-, he could do so much. Surely do, Kunkun. A healer trade would be sublime, though I also enjoy travelling, speaking, hunting, the whole shabang, woot. He listed with joy, keeping the whole "I also want to destroy all living things on this planet" out of it.

And you? He asked, now more curious of her.

He just smirked at her mad-face. She was younger, he could tell, and even though she was practically an adult, it didn't change his thoughts on her. A well-mouthed, slightly older teenager with trust issues. He would call her Kunkun till the end of time, till she accepted it, for he had only "sworn" himself to Warbone, not to his followers. Yes, he should "treat them all like family, because love conquers all and flowers and rainbows and happy times", but that wasn't his style. He would get in her mind eventually, his charming -and a bit annoying- persona and good looks were made to impress the ladies. Even the ladies playing hard-to-get.

A mercenary? How? She was so little! Sure, she had some muscles here and there, but a fight she would lose. Yes, Wylie was build the same -he thought just a little bigger-, be he didn't participate in fighting. He was an observer, a trickster. A hunter he could understand, her small frame probably very agile and fast like him, but a mercenary? meh, he shall see. His ears twitched when he heard the word poisons, and his smirk turned into an up-to-no-good grin. He quickly wiped it off his face though. He couldn't get excited about poisons. He was a healer, a healer damn it!

Poisons you say? Woot, isn't that awfully dangerously dangerous? He chuffed. He couldn't help it though, he needed to ask if she knew where the best place was to find them. And where could you find such nasty things here? I dearly hope not here, don't want to die yet, if you know what I mean, miss.

Trick almost wanted to slap her in the face for her comment on plants. Did he truly come over as stupid to her? NO ONE, and I repeat, NO ONE would be so stupid to eat unknown plants. it was the most stupid, idiotic thing anyone could do. it only angered him more that she didn't answer his question, but he kept his cool. With a cool mane flip, he replied sassy.

I would never. He said, playing as if he was offended. Truly, my lady, I would never be as stupid as to eat unknown things. It would very much help for me to know where I mustn't be though, if I don't want to run into them. He explained, hinting again that he REALLY wanted to know.

Her facial expressions weren't hard to read. As much as he didn't want to believe it -maybe he didn't at all- she may suspect him of his evil plans. And so, he put a warm smile on his muzzle, one that almost exactly looked real.

It soon became clearer that it had been a waste talking to her, for she did not know what he was looking for. pff, please, a true poison master would've looked for poisons first thing in the morning. Much like he was planning. Well then, I assume I'll just be very wary of the plants around here, woot. He joked. Guess I'll let you be now, it seems like you have some mighty searching around for poisons to do, tock! He exclaimed happily, but in reality he was just hoping for her to "accidentally" eat some poison while she was looking for them.

He turned around, facing a way he hadn't been to yet, watching her from over his shoulder, waiting if she would even want to say goodbye.