Tuktu Weir I’m No Hero

was there more to the world than killing?

riley contemplated this statement with a dark expression. his entire life, he had known killing. it was as natural to him as breathing. you kill, you eat. you sleep. you kill again. why break the cycle?

his gaze hardened as the male drew closer; in his opinion, the rather strange looking wolf was close enough. he refused to back up a step, and fought the urge to do so -- he did not want to let the wolf know he was possibly unsure. in that way, riley was still incredibly juvenile.

then the wolf said something more ridiculous. riley swept an ear back, realizing the misshapen wolf must not have been here long if he made so bold a statement. since as long as he could remember, the large game here had been woefully scarce. rather than respond to any of what the male said, riley was prompted to say the one thing on his mind -- unabashedly, at that: "what is wrong with you?"