One Lonely Beastie I Be

“Aye aye, ahm goin’” He said idly, walking in a serpentine lope back toward the border, his tail swishing carelessly behind him. He did after all need to keep up the act, if they had known he was fully aware of his actions they might not have been so gracious as to give him a warning. He wondered giddily what Chaos would say when he crowed about this coup in particular. He could almost hear the alpha’s hissing laughter as he learned that the snotty wolves on the falls had been too proud to attack him and instead let him go without a scratch. Once he had reached a far enough distance he fell into a full-bodied sprint, heading north back to the Maw. He hoped that Chaos recognized his efforts to act as an example for what an exemplary member of the Crew was, but only time would tell. He had noticed that he was beginning to see less and less of the male and he was beginning to feel concerned, but then it didn’t take much to rattle his nerves, so he simply ignored it.