Barrow Fields He woulda if he coulda

Someone from Seadog, maybe? perhaps? Trick is basically only here to fuck shit up, so anyone is welcome :)

The raven wolf had finally settled, but his heart was still racing. In his mind, he was busier than ever. What could he do to turn all the packs against each other? How could he not be a suspect? Perhaps he could flee as soon as they started bickering, but then he'd miss the fun. Hmm... what to do, what to do. All this went through his head as he awoke in the cave where all Marauders slept together -which he truly didn't give one shit about-. He left them without really saying where he was going, not wanting to wake them up -or make them suspicious-.

He made his way through the weeping willows, admiring his view, spotting Belladonna and other herbs he could use to both heal and poison. It was a rich place, actually perfect for him. The weeping willows actually kind of represented him in a way. Forever weeping, even when happy, trying to find enjoyment in swaying left and right, left and right, left... and right. He sighed. This place was fucking depressive yet beautiful. But he had to go exploring at once. There were things to do, after all!

And so he went, his trot one that immediately showed happiness and superiority. Whoever he would meet here, would be part of his scheme, that was for sure. Whether it was a loner or pack wolf. He soon reached an odd place that he liked, it being a field with weird mounds here and there. Huh, just as he thought this whole place couldn't get anymore sad and haunted.