horrible

Everyone should have known Chaos would jump at the chance to spectate on some good drama, and sure enough the tall, long-toothed alpha popped up at the challenge before the challenged wolf even had a chance to answer. The aforementioned challenged wolf was, of course, Tyranis, who it seemed had not been making friends. Well, Chaos reasoned, of course he hadn't made any friends. He pretended to be better than everyone else but didn't even make the effort to back up his claim. Just a scared little boy trying to seem bigger than he was. Of course no one was going to take to that.

His brows climbed, though, at the sight of the challenger who sought to take the pack from Tyranis. The scabby little albino who'd gotten trounced and enslaved the last time? And the god-fart who'd been the one to capture him, sitting there watching like he was watching his little pet do a shit on someone else's lawn. "Wow," he drawled, seating himself carefully to watch, "didn't take long for him to put a collar on you and make you his little bitch, did it?" He grinned malevolently at the would-be god and his little albino windup toy, making no effort to hide his contemptuous amusement. Now they just needed Tyranis to show up - he wondered how the drama queen was going to top his performance from last time, and what dramatics the challenge would wring from the other two - so they could get the real show started.

The outcome of this little row didn't matter to him - whoever ended up the victor was going to find themselves raided by Legion anyway, so did it really matter which of them was in charge of the pack? There was as much plentiful reasons to make an enemy of the one as the other and scant reasons to make either of them a friend.