Ankyra Sound imma break that birdy's neck

He turned his gaze to the young man. It was complicated, he said cryptically, leaving it at that. If they wanted to hear the tale of Vercingetorix, Lord of the Fuckboys and how he couldn't keep it in his pants, that was on them. For now, he tried to remain focused on the business at hand.

Like those next two questions. Now those, he could answer.

Hold up, he said, shaking his head. I hate her, Verx clarified, canting his nose toward Blackhead, but not Rusalka. The rest of y'all haven't done shit to me. I fought against you because my pack fought against you. Now that Drageda's gone, what reason would I have to hate this pack?

There were other wolves, other things, he hated much more. Above all, though, he suppose he hated circumstance.

Once more, he shrugged. If you don't want me, that's cool, he added breezily. I'm a pretty good warrior, good to have on your side. But if you can't see past the pack I used to serve then I can just be on my merry way.