With his head held high and an exuberant spring in his step Angelus marched around Imperium's border. He was making one final loop before he went hunting with his dad. The warring party had gotten back not that long ago. Everyone had kinda gone off to do their own thing and it was only once everyone was gone that his father had remembered the hunting that needed to be done. He'd gone off in search of volunteers and left Angel with the incredibly boring task of patrolling all by his lonesome. Normally the Ultimus would have grumbled to himself, but not today. Today he was too happy to care. He was a little bit achy from his fight and a little tired too if he stopped to think about it, but he was far too pleased with himself to slink off somewhere for a nap. Even if he laid down he probably wouldn't have been able to sleep.
Angelus had a slave. He'd bested someone and taken their freedom from them. In doing so he'd finally come to realize just how much power he wielded. He felt amazing and more than a little superior. It made him want to find out what all he was capable of...and what all he could get away with.
A figure in the distance froze him in place. He stilled completely, hackles and heart rate rising, to squint at the wolf. For a second he thought - nervously hoped - it was an intruder, but then recognition set in. Starling! Was Abaven here already? They were early! Oh man, they hadn't even hunted yet.
Trotting up to his friend with a grin on his face, Angelus called out, "Hey, Starling!" Teasingly, he added, "You're early so I guess that means you get to help us hunt."
