Broken Antler Fen Bad habits

Consuming the flesh of a coyote, he couldn't feel more reassured in his decision to offer the dark woman the invitation previously. More and more she seemed like a right fit for his little project, clearly, she wasn't squirmish about killing. Sure he had to ensure that morals would not come into play, but they had plenty of time to make sure it wouldn't be an issue should she pledge her loyalty to his cause.

Piqued your interest, haven't I? A grotesque grin found its way to his mug, curling in pleasure as he huffed a lazy one tone laugh. This time, he sat. Quite comfortably so; assuming they would need to discuss what his offer was in totality before anything was official.

My name is Vengeance Rache. I am recruiting mercenaries to fill future ranks in a pack I desire to make. Does that sound like something you would be interested in?