Ever since the man had been exposed to greenery again, he couldn't be stopped. The shelves in the Herb Cave had been neatly filled again, all with different kinds of herbs and poisons. The spiders, his minions, had woven new webs for him to collect, and he did- the man collected all of them and had placed hem on another shelf. He checked the water, and it was as fresh as ever. His sanctuary, @Grace 's sanctuary, had been restored, and he was dying to tell her. With Kunik now gone, Nova Rose also, he felt it his responsibility to increase his knowledge. He was thinking of making a trip through Teekon and seek for yet another teacher, one that could help him become even more God-like. After, he would return, only to receive his glory. But that was in the future, and maybe not even there as with all the chaos here, he could definitely claim his spot as a leader. He had heard vague stories of what had happened, but he couldn't be certain. No one could be.

He breathed in the warm summer air as the veins of the willows swayed back and forth in the cool yet moist summer air. He was ready to find some more herbs, perhaps even with Grace or whatever wolf he might run into. And so he left the part of the willows closest to The Crook and the Herb Cave, only to find another's scent in the newly grown grass. His eyes, the same emerald and cool color of the plants, sparkled with curiosity and his handsome face looked up. He had not scented this female before, and as the future leader of the Marauders (At least in his dreams) He felt it his duty to meet her. And so he changed his direction, and headed for the foreign smell. 

Ever since the famine had started, Trick had missed the rustling of the petite feather-like leafs of the willows, as the pedals touched each other in a rhythm only noticed by the ones intrigued by this land. It had been precisely that that had kept him more bound to this place than to any other area. It somehow soothed his reckless and chaotic nature, his urge to find his satisfaction. Never would he be able to reach it though, for if friendship and love were not present in his heart, he would not be able to feel real joy.

He moved further and further until the slightly lighter, yet still dark-hued, pelt of another came into sight. He smirked one of his handsome smirks and blinked his green eyes that were only a few shades away from that of hers. He raised his left eyebrow in a smolder, tilting his head to reveal the gentle curves of his face that somehow fit his act and quite small frame. 

Good evening to you too, m'lady. He greeted with a nod of his own. His tail swayed high and mighty in the air, proud of his high rank, yet not braggy. I don't believe we have formally met before. If so, I would've remembered that name that was bound to a creature that looked so much like me. He hummed in his honey-soft voice. Trick is the name, could you repeat yours for me, little beauty? He wasn't too good with names that did not matter, and so in the time that had passed between her joining and now, he had truly forgotten.

It was true that Trick was quite a smooth talker, but his big mouth got him in trouble as a kid too. As the female retreated, he thought he had said something wrong. As he thought of it, he couldn't find anything wrong with how he had started the conversation. He shrugged slightly. She looked like he had wrinkled her sprinkles too, and he didn't feel he quite deserved all the credit for it. Maybe she was naturally moody or something, clearly it wasn't him.

Wait, Banner? Wasn't that one of the sisters Stark had talked about? You're Stark's sister? He questioned her, despite this conversation being very one-sided. He was sure he recognized the name "Banner" from somewhere, but not even he could keep track of all the things going on.

Trick didn't like that the male who had not done anything useful yet had been promoted to beta. Trick was here before him, he had found the herb cave together with Grace, he had even gone as far as to fill it with herbs, he had been the one patrolling every day, he was leagues better than him. Yes, he had been nice and all, but Trick had a natural hate for all in power. It was not his fault that he hated them. And even if it was, he wouldn't believe it.

It was no surprise to him that she was indeed his brother. Though the next question caught him off-guard. He snorted. He's alright, I guess. Couldn't say we are the best of pals, but I don't mind having him around. He lied in a believable tone with an expression of quite a nice guy. 

Stark was an imbecile if he thought Trick would ever respect him as a superior. He was nothing, worthless air that kept bugging him to no end- just like the new family that had come as soon as Warbone was so good as gone. He simply didn't get it. He had been kind, and nice and respectful, but they still didn't see him as the guy that could lead? He was becoming so sick of this. Was it his small frame? Were it his corny jokes from time to time? Did they see him getting it on with another male? He sighed softly. 

It was not that Trick was not interested in the female, nor in this conversation, he was just mad at the blindness of so many wolves. He looked rather surprised when she said she was going, and then he made up his mind. He would be leaving this place. He needed adventure- some naughty girls that would make his heart go boompedoompedoom. It will probably the last time seeing me, love. Have a nice day now. He said as his final goodbye, before swishing his tail in the air and making a run for the shadows to think his plans through.