Big Salmon Lake [BWP P4 Prey Opportunity] katatonia

A whole crew of wolves rolled up to the party, and Black Hat was prepared to bolt on the spot... except they did not toss themselves into the fray right away. No, one of the identical dark women — the one who stood poised, clearly the ringleader — stepped forth with all the regality (and snobbishness) of a queen. Confirming his presumption, she proclaimed herself as just that. Typical. He loathed being talked down to, especially because the wolves here had the fortune to be blissfully unaware of just who he was. The only part that really mattered to him was the word "Moonspear", which he recognized as that of their ally. At least she wasn't commanding them like her pawns while she sat by idly. That earned her one brownie point.

Black Hat's scowl melted, giving way to a sinister grin that spread across the entirety of his face. Now she was talking! Whipping his head around to the frayed wraith, he was ready to lay into her when she turned tail and ran. Pity, but there were others to have fun with. Turning his attention to the familiar grayscale woman, he leapt over the carcass with a coarse snarl, strands of drool coating his yellowed teeth. He had no friends, only allies, followers, and enemies. He'd go right for her throat and tear it to shreds if able, showing no mercy in true Black Hat fashion. If she died, that meant more meat for him.