Redtail Rise shall we play a game with your heart?

"No you may not," Heron retorted as the pack wolf inquired coldly about what was funny. "Oh nothing, other than the fact that you're an absolute fucking idiot," the loner snarled, breathing hard suddenly. It had something to do without his anger issuses that he had ever since he had reached six months old in Bloodclaw Grove. But Heron quickly regained his smirking look, the agouti male swiped his tongue over his teeth.

The pack wolf said he would rip his throat out and tear his head from his body, then he would let the crows feast on his flesh. "Thats a good death," was all Heron said. For some really weird reason, the agouti male was really fond of the beheading kind of death, it amused him greatly to see a head away from the body. It was rather...cute to Heron. Stop. You're not a sadist, Herodias, but the Bloodclaw knew it was false.

When the chocolate Acheron told him to move more, Heron smirked the infuriating smirk and leaped past the pack wolf and jumped past the border into pack land, going as far as to run several meters into Redtail Rise land. A crazy smile decorated the savage's features, "I won't be moving," he laughed maniacally.