Sequoia Coast you're tearing me apart, lisa

For the briefest of moments, the situation seemed to have calmed. Kierkegaard watched as the scene flickered to an intense pause. The fiery-furred female requested that one of the others go retrieve noni, and then faced him with an inquiry: how do you know our Heda?

“Does it matter?”

The ashen mercenary responded with a tired expression. He didn't wish to take the time to explain to all concerned parties how he knew the leader of Drageda. Kierkegaard only wanted to keep them from each other's throats for as long as he could. Almost as if he had spoken this rumination out loud, Lycaon cast all diplomacy to the wind. Kierke fixed the pale Beta with an expression of absolute loathing before the dark-furred female dove at him with a gaping jaw. Furi was quickly followed by Ingram.

Kierkegaard turned to face Arrille, motioning for the young boy to follow Ingram's orders. While the two yearlings were battling over who had the biggest cock, the older wolf curled his lip and took a protective stance in front of the seemingly prized Arrille. He may have been older than the lot of them, but he had a great deal of experience more than any of those who stood in front of him. The ghost had seen more fights than they had hair growing on their asses. For the sake of all that Caiaphas had put into the sound, he was willing to put himself before the younger boy.

All the while, he tempestuously reminded himself just how much he fucking loathed children.