Hushed Willows Necation

Warbone had a lot on his mind, and was reminded for the thousandth time why he had been a lone wolf. He did not belong as a subordinate, and alphaship came with a political realm that he was not keen on immersing himself in, but had regardless. Octavia, in particular, was a confusing fixture in his life, but he could not ignore the possessive protectiveness he felt towards her, or the vengeance he would enact in honor of her name. Just as he was thinking this, the cool afternoon light shifted against the earth, and he noticed a wolverine foraging in the shaded underbrush. Normally Warbone might have left the animal be— not particularly interested in the fractional competition it presented— but in that moment, he sought to relieve the stress on his mind through his usual outlet of violence.

The action was made all the more satisfying by the delusion that he was descending upon Reek, and after a short scuffle, Warbone was a little worse for wear, but stood triumphantly gory over the deceased. He licking his bloodied chops, and then swathed his tongue over a wound he had gotten on his chest; not yet concerned with the thinner, miscellaneous scratches that bled across his muzzle and forelegs.