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He towered over both of them. Looking down at the pair as he scrutinized every inch of them. The male was especially strange. A wreath over his head was an unusual thing to see on a wolf's head. The female didn't have as many unique traits about her, but her silence and fear that kept her quiet were what amused him the most. 

Of course, Vengeance was aware of someone attacking Serem, she said that the man was a creepy looking fellow - but that could describe a number of individuals; and nevertheless, the Nightwalkers weren't that type of pack. Should she desire him dead, the opportunity to hire a mercenary was there, but she didn't... meaning, Vengeance couldn't have cared less. As far as he was concerned, every member was responsible for their own safety outside the borders.

Hunting. he said simply. Crimson eyes looking down from the gangly male's face and onto the wounds around his leg. This place is perfect for easy pickings. The blood. No words were needed to explain as he eyed the brick red liquid with a hunger.