The Sunspire Catch it, if You Can

I'll start us a new thread ASAP!

Haunter, stupidly, was a wolf lacking compromise. It was either one way or the other for him and he simply could not see it any other way. It was a strange thing to see a wolf—anyone, really—in turmoil over a decision where there was clearly a smart choice and a choice only chosen out of morbid idiocy. The lanky inkblot faced this choice now:

He could take the position Xi'nuata was offering him, and sate his hunger hear and now. Or he could let his ego control his actions and either take what he wanted to leave since it wasn't worth fighting her for.

So there was more than two choices he could make, but essentially the results would be the same. He would get injured and go hungry, get injured and be fed, be fed, or simply go hungry. He knew what the smart choice was, but his pride wouldn't let him choose it and he found himself baring his teeth in ugly concede to Xi'nuata's wishes (but only half of them.)

It was not her intention not to share the kill at all with him, but the selfish shadow wanted what he wanted and wouldn't take less than what he felt was deserved. Tasting her blood on his lips, he felt the final wave of guilt that made him turn and leave instead of fight her. Had it been any other wolf outside his pack, Haunter would've shown relentless gall. But this was Xi'nuata. The autumn duchess of the mountains...

Haunter wordlessly loped away, his one ear pulled back and his mind ignorant of anything besides his feet and how they took him swiftly in descent back towards the Creek.