Alpine Lake Red Crossroads.

This man is insane and it only succeeds in piquing his interest so much more. Coughing. A lesson in savagery. Oh yes, yes, a lesson for his little pups. For his lovely pack. No, not a lesson, a gift. They will learn the ways of death or be dealt it. No, no, no. He thinks quickly, he cannot subject his most loyal to that. Kynareth will kill for them, so they shall kill for their Grandmaster. 

A low bubble of rolling laughter slips past his dark lips. He stands — unafraid, risky — and, if allowed, settles his maw beside the ragged males rotting lobe. Whispering sweet, soft words that have a strange aftertaste of the desire for death and destruction. “Then let’s test them.” He murmurs, dangerously into the others ear. 

Then within that split second, a pause. Smooth silence lurking between them, then he’s gone. Spinning to step away a horrid smirk on his maw he excitedly searches for eye contact. “Bring me a wolf and we will offer them a choice. A lesson. A gift. A test of faith so to speak. And they will kill them.” He ends with that wicked glint in his golden orbs. 

A test in faith.