All You Can Eat Fruit Loops [FEAST]

Hati paced all the way back to Imperium after the siege with his blood-stiffened hackles still raise. His blood was still up after his battle with the other pack's alpha, red still hazing the sides of his vision and his agitation clear in the way he held himself. He wasn't done fighting; if he could have he'd have taken the bastard's other eye too, but the cat had sneak attacked him and distracted him, leaving deep cuts along his cheeks under his eyes, and letting the maimed alpha escape. It was infuriating, but by the time he'd gotten loose of the cat and turned on him even the cat had vanished like smoke.

He had slunk along behind the group as they'd returned with a shiny new pair of slaves courtesy of Valen's heir and that Cascade woman, and a planned feast and party with Abaven. Hati wasn't the least bit interested in parties when he wasn't in an aggressively hostile mood, let alone when he was, but he didn't trust the idea of a group of strangers hanging around the packlands spying on them either. If a problem broke out he'd be there, guarding Valen's back and his... brats. He'd sulked beneath a rare tree and licked what wounds he could reach, and tried to keep the flies off what he couldn't though his bear skull kept the insects off his facial wounds, until Valen called the group together.

A faint growl under his breath as he stalked in. Speaking of Valen's brats... he cast a wary glare out over the group until he spotted the three of them crowded around Valen with their attention fixed elsewhere. Last thing he needed was little Rhys trying to cuddle him or something. He shuddered.

Still stiff-legged and exuding distrustful annoyance he moved to stand at the edge of the washout, body hunched and head lowered like a bulldog and beneath his mask his eyes glowed hot and gold as he stared with suspicion over the intruders. He wasn't here to party - he was here to guard.