Silver Creek let's kill someone

there it was -- the subtle invitation that had been lingering around them in the same shifting manner as the fog. iliksis had thought it might come, though hearing it from such an ostensibly proud man still surprised him. he supposed he had spent enough time around wolves to have reliably pegged the type: in this man, his true strength was in numbers.

a slithering pleasure threatened to overcome iliksis' cordial facade, but masterfully he buried the sinister sneer, and politely spoke: "that would be nice." for him, anyway. certainly not nice for those who had to abide his presence. "what are you and your wolves called?"