Blackfeather Woods Have you heard of the midnight killer?

He grunted at the words of Nemesis. "Fine," he groaned. This pack sure took things very seriously. Didn't they know how to have a little fun once in awhile? Were they even capable to bond with each other? Those questions would be answered in another time.

 A toothy smile grew over his maw. "Oh common. I just wanna get to know my packmates," he hissed softly between his fangs. It was true though. If he was ever going to bond with these wolves he would have to spend time with them. But at the moment, it seemed that they were trying to shoo him away. I don't get women sometimes, he thought to himself.

 Instead of leaving, Mikasi decided to sit down and be the third wheel of the conversation. He sat there awkwardly as he listened onto the female's conversation of how dark Blackfeather was. What caught his attention was not being afraid of killing innocent blood. What was that supposed to mean? To him, it made it sound like they were killing children. He was taught that only pups had the mind of the innocent. Mikasi could easily kill older wolves, no regrets. But young? That wasn't something he was looking up to.