Greatwater Lake proper motivation

It was a rare situation that warranted Kierkegaard to be as savage as his appearance would suggest. He was a creature of seclusion, above anything else. It was his lifestyle that had aided to his odd appearance. Years of travel would change an average creature and shape them into something of a feral masterpiece. This, coupled with the bloodline of the Sairensu wolves, and it was a wonder that he was capable of behaving in normal social situations at all. He could muddle his way through most conversations, but years of tempering from the life of a loner had given him a short fuse when it came to his patience, and a lack of empathy for others. He was a fickle creature, at the very least. Listening to Blue Willow speak on the packs that she was aware of made Kierkegaard grow slightly unsettled. There seemed to be many in the area, and if she could not recall the names of all of them… his long ears twitched nervously. “Quite a few,” he remarked in a quiet growl.