Mongrel mind

The black wolf made his approach with an obvious limp, and just before Razo locked eyes with him in a stare filled to the brim with tension, he shrewdly surveyed the damage to his strong, young body. When Jace came to a halt, however, their eyes met and neither gave over to the other. Icy blue burned violently into severe yellow.

If you were me, he quipped snidely, I’d be quick to congratulate you on such stunning self-improvement. His eyes flashed deviously for good measure before he tilted his head slightly and idly took another direction when the dark male ventured a suggestion. “Guy” might have been a simple slip of colloquialism, or, on the other hand, it might actually have been a male that dealt Jace such a blow. Who, however, Razo couldn’t tell, but Scimitar made the most sense if he’d accompanied Bazi after Fox had danced around with her feeble explanations. That also meant, then, that the others that had so naïvely followed Fox had not successfully fled on their own.

As it happens, though— he proceeded, laying the tedious banter aside and lowering his muscled haunches to the ground. If he’d wanted to cause Jace or Ferdie grief, and if he’d thought they were worthy of his time and effort in that sense, he would have done a better job of it than Fox had. I’m not here to cause anything. I only want to know what happened when a band of Swiftcurrent wolves recently aimed to play their pranks on your pack yet again— his sharp enunciation made his annoyance ring absolutely clear at this point, —and perhaps who left you in shambles this time... Fox didn’t mention your involvement. She hadn’t mentioned much, actually, and that was precisely why Razo was there, because it most certainly wasn’t for pleasure.