Silver Creek let's kill someone

"i am," returned the yearling, glad that his own leadership had been recognized-- as if he hadn't just inferred it himself. at least this man was capable of keeping up and reading words. 

grayson was unsure how he felt about this man, truthfully. something about him was unsettling, but grayson was also convinced that someone of such low intelligence could not be capable of anything dark or dastardly. he merely took it as the weather-- perhaps this man was ill. there were many options for why he was so strange, and why his aura was so fucked up. grayson didn't comment on it. in fact, he tried not to even think about it.

he was grayson aaron odolf, god damnit, nothing fucking scared him.

his nose twitched. "where will you go?"