[Quest] bent out of shape

It was late in the night when the feline finally graced the flower fields with his presence, striding with uneasy confidence through the blossoms. The last time Hassun had been this close to these northlands he had been driven away - by wolves, no less - and was eager for retribution. The pair that had driven him off did not appear again for some time, and only one scent seemed prevalent upon his lands. The feline chuffed at this, scoffing at the very thought of hounds claiming what was already taken.

Both of his wives had shunned him upon returning. This led Hassun in to a frenzy, eager for their attention, his rightful place as their husband, but the wolves had taken that from him as well.

Wolves, in the north? Rayen's voice chimed in his head, and his steps grew heavy with irritation. And you did not drive them out. How useless! Your brothers kept this land free of mutts for many years, and now they come! But he would show them. His brothers were gone now, after all. Bested by their superior.

If only the wolves understood the mess they'd made for themselves. They'll learn. He thought with a low and bitter hiss, prompting a fieldmouse to spring from its nest and scurry through the brambles. He launched after it, but the nimble little creature was gone before the feline had even the tiniest of chances. They'll all learn.