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The ever so slightly mad assassin almost cackled with glee as the wounded male drifted into sleep. So close to another pack's territory and you are asleep in the open? And wounded?! What a fool!! he laughed to himself. If he were ever caught out in the wilds away from his pack with a serious wound, he would definitely find shelter and rest, unlike this idiot.

Hiding a smirk, he turned to Erika and nodded towards the sleeping wolf. Knowing the black she-wolf would follow, he went as fast he could go without making too much of a noise and approached the wolf. The dark assassin stood where he would be the first wolf the sleeping one would see. Smiling cruelly, he prodded the wolf roughly with his paw and crooned mockingly: "Wakey, waaakeeyy..."