Fairspell Meadow I'm forced to deal with what I feel

Hearing about what someone had done to her made his fur bristle. His mother had been raped, if she hadn't bared Lars Vartalla's first litter of pups, she would've never been alpha of the pack anyway. She was always so nice, taking beatings from Lars just to make sure that Lars wouldn't take it out on poor little baby Thatch. That of course didn't stop the horrible alpha male all the time though. His father still got to him sometimes. Thatch could barely believe that he'd ever longed for his father's approval. Now he only longed to see, no make his father bleed.

I'm sorry. You should really try to stay away from those kinds of creeps. Hang around the nicer ones like me. He gave her a grin, her licks making him feel warm. Warmth. Yuck. Forget warmth, let's go north where it's real cold. Said satan. Nah let's go south where everything is warm and fuzzy. Said the angel. God damn his insane head. He gave her forehead a quick lick before asking a new question. Do you want to hunt with me? You look hungry? I know I could go for a quick kill. He said, glad that he'd come up with something... Ahh perfect. Hunting was like, killing for a good cause. I hope you two are happy. He thought to his heavenly and demonic companions.