Blackfoot Forest Here I am, I've come so far.

Honestly, those words meant to describe the feelings that committing murder could rouse, made very little sense to Venamis. He was not the sharpest of youths, having relied on brawn over brain to survive this far. Still, they enraptured him. His pale eyes glimmered with newfound intrigue and he allowed the mysterious wolf to creep nearer, though he was sure to stay just out of reach.

There were several in the Teekon that he felt he would enjoy killing: Maegi, Rowan and his useless sister, the pallid bitch from the mountains. So many who had wronged him and got away with it. "Will you teach me?" Venamis asked, hushed.