Greatwater Lake When remembering a life lost

oh, the arrogance. the arrogance, and the stupidity. the dark male, thinking himself so high and mighty, on the borders of the pack he had wronged. and yet, still, the hate simmered deep inside the boy, totally unseen. he was a master at this emotionlessness, had been since birth. and he would not let his guise slip, not now. even as he yearned to summon the Dark Master, or perhaps his hellhound of a brother; he did not. no, he waited. even as the entitled, arrogant words spilt from his maw, until the woman moved and quite quickly did his next action become clear. he did not move as the woman slipped behind him, and then finally his expression broke and became hard and cold once more as he looked to the male. 

it was oh so easy to see the woman meant something to him. the very same woman who now, as a stranger on their land, had effectively painted a target on her back. " You are a traitor, Dakarai. You took from the Brotherhood, and then you ran like a coward. We do not forget." he announced, words clear and detached. However, the debts that the male owed could be paid, here and now, and it would not be him that the boy attacked. No, for there was so much more pain involved when one hurt those close to another. 

swiftly, silently, he turned on his heel, bounding after the woman with minimal effort, and then, launching himself straight at her hind leg, looking to fasten his fangs in a limb, though he would take any grip he could get. he sought to slow her, primarily, and then to draw blood. until her pain, and the male's pain, weighed even with the debts he still owed.