Bearclaw Valley do you forget why i've killed myself out here at sea?

Ah, shucks. Verx liked trouble. He thrived on trouble. He ate trouble for fucking breakfast, lunch, dinner and Taco Bell fourthmeal. But then again. . .a lack of trouble made it certain he'd see his kids again. He sometimes forgot, especially removed from them, that he had more to live for than just his own stupid hide.

Right on, he answered, nodding. I'll go wherever you send me. I'm not exactly the most inconspicuous wolf, he added, nose wrinkling in amusement. But I'll do my best to, uh, blend in. Probably patrolling at night was what was best, hiding in the long shadows. Away from the moonlight.

So, what's the plan after that? We take a hostage, kill 'em all. . .what're you thinking?