Haunted Wood Watch My Swagger

He didn't answer or reply at all as she gave him a cold goodbye. Instead, he grinned. Only thinking, I don't think so. Not until I'm ready. As if he had more control over the situation than anyone else. As if his say weighed more than the wolves who called the fog home. As she disappeared into the mist, he turned back on his heels and continued on his path - toward the pit where he had heard they had a new visitor - a couple of them actually. A while and a black female. How interesting. 

Even if the pack members here didn't like him, he could play around with the captives at least. He doubted anyone would care if he did so anyway.