Don't judge a book by its author

He was not about to help out around here. He was feeding himself only, he refused to take food from anyone. He was no weak duckling needing cared for. His Father was Radek, he didn't take help from anyone. He didn't need it. He had settled in some old bear hibernation den he had found, not caring for sleeping in the elements. He didn't care that the idiots set a guard on him, he wasn't going anywhere. Not without his target. Where ever she might be.

This pack obviously wasn't about to take the time to get to know their captive. He lay in the entrance to his temporary den, packing his wound with cobwebs yet again. He had found some in this den and had taken them with little regard to the pack. They wouldn't need them. Toxic was likely to destroy everything until he found who he wanted. Epitaph and Rhyme were of little concern to him honestly, he just figured if someone was harboring the bitch it was bound to be her brother. HE had only picked out Epitaphs trail and decided to use him as cover. He was curious though if Rhyme was ever going to come figure out his real targets. He'd have to bribe Vlad heavily though, or earn his respect and trust enough for him to spill what was actually truth. The pregnant woman that had barked orders as they left hadn't even crossed his mind.

He finished and gave a yawn. He could go for a run and see if the stupid guard thought he was making a run for it but he was rather pleased with the idea of rest after his journey. HE laid his head on his paws and just relaxed.