Haunted Wood Some liar brought the thunder.

The crowned one. And it clicked. Black Hat was one of them. The red bitch could only be Alison, black curs - those he could not be certain of other than perhaps Serem and Tzila, being the black individuals within the pack. Now was for him to chose his words carefully should he try to use this anger to his advantage. As Revui side-stepped closer, Vengeance simply turned enough to keep them face to face, he neither moved forward or back, instead, he stood his ground and refused to allow himself to be blindsided again. 

Remember, you were the one who trespassed. We were only doing what's natural to a wolf. he pointed out the obvious. Many packs would kill you on the spot, we did not. Our healer even took time with you. Their healer, his Consort. Though he could not protect them all from this man's wrath, they would have to do most of the work themselves in whatever way they deemed fit, he would do his best to narrow down his target. 

We can do much more by cooperating rather than seeing us all as enemies, but if you are keen on making an enemy of me, by all means. The crowned one has been a thorn in my side for much longer than I would like, we already have a common target. He didn't trust Black Hat. The man had a way with words to try and swindle the way the world saw about him, Vengeance didn't like that now as much as he did at first. It was of no use to him for Black Hat to use that silver tongue for his own benefits rather than that of the pack, to step on the toes of the General and Warlord, and whatever else he was doing in the background.