Blacktail Deer Plateau the devil's bleeding crude oil from a hole in his chest

*stirs pot gleefully*

Oops

On our minds for a while.  He'd had no idea, but suddenly the disappearances, the infrequency of especially Harlyn, slid into place.  He wondered how long they had known, until he said those final words.

At first he wondered why the white loner popped into his mind, until he recalled that he had claimed to meet both Harlyn and Mordecai... And that he was waiting on a pack to form.  His failure to mention whose pack had seemed moot at the time, but now it seemed too much a coincidence to let pass.

That had been months ago.

He could be mistaken, but he thought not, and anger boiled at the prospect. Taking advantage of their hospitality, feigning loyalty whilst gathering members and planning on the sly... If it had been openly, and for a short time, he could understand. But this deceit made his eyes narrow, and he confronted the issue outright. He couldn't ask others to be straight with him if he did not give the same in return. "I believe I met one of your hopefuls, quite a while back. A wolf called Luke. Yet you did not think to inform me of this decision until now." He wasn't sure why this bothered him to the level that it did.... likely it was the lie, the loyalty he thought he held that had been gone for months it appeared. He was a wolf who despised deception in all forms. "I suppose I should wish you luck. But it seems you have it all sorted out now, so we have served our use." It was uncharitable, and based on a single assumption that could be false, but he cared not. So perhaps was the question of how long they would remain loyal to those they would now lead, and when they would once again decide they had to move on. He thought it anyway, and knew that if that day came, they had burned a bridge with him. Friends perhaps they could remain, but he would never accept their loyalty again.