Wandering a Nightmare

Two spoke of death, whereas the third spoke of waiting. To wait in order to get something out of it. Looking to the intruder, whose scent made it clear they belonged to the Creek, he almost felt sorry for her. He pitied the poor fool, for instead of running, she decided to try and stand her ground. Too bad, though, it was not her ground to stand upon. Killing was the obvious, and the simplest, solution, but there would be no fun or gain if the female didn't at least attempt to escape. The attempt would be unsuccessful, of course, but it could be amusing to watch the hope leave her eyes. It wasn't his call to make, Kove knew, but the thoughts still lingered.

"What could we get out of this?" he inquired, curiosity piqued as to what was running through the female's mind. His eyes flickered from the lighter wolf for a second, before returning to look upon her defiant stance. "Honestly, you should have run while you had the chance."