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no, lakhos didn't think that the world was unfair. there were certainly elements to it that were distinctly unfair, but for the most part he had found that it was just more than it was unfair. it was truly about survival of the fittest—even if his view was more self-serving and microscopic at best. but he knew there was more than just himself... he just didn't care.
he snorted at the offered advice, but didn't quite get his opportunity to fire back another derisive statement. it was there though, in the cutting, narrowed gaze that stayed locked onto the wolf as he turned away.
lakhos thought it was a ploy too, and used that as ample opportunity to gather himself and his fish. even if the wolf didn't want it, his words were definitely fresh in the coywolf's mind. others would certainly smell the blood and come looking at one point or another, so perhaps it really would have served him well to haul ass to somewhere safer. and if not safer in these parts... then definitely somewhere less exposed.
he carted his fish off with renewed strength—rather, adrenaline.
better safe than sorry, maybe this guy had friends.