Panther Park Ideals of a Disturbed Mind

"so let them be..."

.      Makaro drew a sad expression as his legs grew weak. Laying his belly down he looked into the eyes of Slade without a shard of fear realizing how he must look. "Father..." He never called him that...

"Sir..."

That was more respectful in this moment of doubt. "...they deserve life. It was their kill as the right of the strong so why should I avenge the weak or rather the dead."

God's this was tough to disolve, "am I wrong? Besides... I envy the kill.... An entire pack in one night." His eyes flew in the glint of the moon like shining topez gems. That hunt... To be blooded in perfect exicution.