Kintla Flatlands The voices inside my head, I hate them.

Mockingly, Itzal began whispering in his head, trying to provoke the assassin in retaliation. I hope you don't mind me speaking as you are talking to this loner fellow. I won't make you look like a creep will I? Kaname snarled at the sneer in his voice. "Shut up will you?" he muttered to himself, blanking out of the conversation for a brief moment. Noticing his sudden rudeness, and overall creepiness, he coughed awkwardly and stood straight.

"Ah, well, I was a wanderer myself for a while. I usually wandered from place to place, sometimes offering my help to packs in order to get a bit of extra meat. Sometimes I was part of a pack, but not for long." he sighed. "I hope stay permanently in my pack this time."