Haunted Wood It's Madness

Anyone welcome to join. Preferable someone really naive who will believe him easier :)

The slim man had traveled a long way to get here. Around 3 weeks, he would say, but to be honest he had not kept track. He didn't even feel weary, he had only felt empty after his banishment. Their pack had been ambushed, and he was to blame. He didn't even feel bad. It was just for fun, he couldn't help it that they didn't have the same view on things. He had watched them all from the hill that gave a perfect view of how everything went to hell under him. He had laughed at them, a wicked laugh of someone clearly not totally there. All he wanted was the poison of the invading pack, and so he had started a war. It made perfect sense.

But alas, his fun couldn't last forever. His brother had survived and had banished him. It was all fine by him, and so he left with a smirk on his face. And now he was here, somewhere with lots of naive wolves. He would make them all suffer, that was for sure. He wandered through the woods, some of the orange glow of the sun shining upon his dark coat.