Haunted Wood Some liar brought the thunder.

The sole drawback of hunger was obvious: the lack of energy accompanying it. Revui had recovered in the pit to some extent, he could support himself on his previously broken leg, but his sides had been stripped of fat. His overall bulk had suffered and now his muscle tone was beginning to strip away; he wasn't strong enough to take on an entire pack—probably not strong enough to take this single man on either—but he still held that desire for bloodshed. Retribution could come in many forms.

The man spoke of the crowned one, earning a deeper scowl from Revui. The fact he had not been driven away by the other wolf was evidence enough that something else was brewing here, but that was the extent of Revui's own understanding—he was not bright, he was not a thinker or a schemer, but a blunt instrument. We already have a common target. The man says, and Revui's drifting steps pause; his eyes narrow as if in consideration.

This was one of those moments where words trumped teeth; he did not want to stand here and waste time or air, but he thought of Moonspear and the chance of being rescued, and thought of Hydra, of what she might do in this moment. A deal? Perhaps it was in his best interest. What do you.. propose. Revui was owed blood, he felt vindicated, and would not leave without it.