Firefly Glen chef's out, kick it in

Just don't kill him. Only rule here. Do we want to do the dice roll thing? I have never played like that before so I'm not sure how it works but I'm open to it!

Markus was, perhaps, the most ignorant wolf to reside in the Wilds. He had not lived here long and before that things had been different. He looked upon the world with pessimistic eyes but not ones that sought evil in every little thing. It wasn't in his nature to assume the worst of individuals, even if he was sure the world was mostly crap. It wasn't his fault, really, but there was also no mercy from it. He was not looking for them when they appeared. He saw the omega first and his eyes narrowed - if he thought he'd be taking anything from Markus, he was mistaken. When he saw the other - the more familiar one - his hackles came to stand full on his shoulders and along his spine.

Oh, fuck.

He had time to wrinkle his nose around the rabbit, his normal diplomacy lost as he stared daggers at the dark female from before. He didn't trust her and he didn't like her - he was smart enough to know that talking wasn't going to work. He had eyes only for Hydra as she commanded the other dark shape (was everyone on that mountain just a shadow?!) to take what was his - or more accurately Neverwinter's. Mal's. His ear flicked back to listen to the omega wolf but his focus was firmly forward as the alpha lunged.

Markus let go of the rabbit out of instinct. He had heard Hydra telling her follower to take it and yet he couldn't help that it dropped from his mouth as he whirled and his teeth snapped to meet the dark female - low, near his legs where she had been aiming. He realized what he'd done quickly, however. Suddenly much less interested in Hydra, he whirled again to grab his rabbit, snapping at whatever was between him and it - he did not aim, his only goal was to secure the food back into his possession.