Sharpen Your Claws

It would take Kichi time to grow use to living in a band or pack but he had relaxed more over the season.  At Manea’s howl for those interested in a fight Kichi was quick enough to appear.  Kichi enjoyed fighting, enjoyed causing pain and enjoyed letting others feel the pain that festered in his soul. He looked towards the blind Poe without comment before sitting down silently with his attention towards Manea and Alastor.  He didn’t need to say a word, the desire to spill blood was shown in his keen interest.

Torch, the fanged water deer, had trotted up with him, seemingly perfectly comfortable despite the wolves surrounding it.  Pretty clear the tiny deer had no understanding it was meant to be a snack to wolves normally.

The blind wolf near him was a questionable thing in his mind.  The idea of a blind wolf being useful seemed ridiculous by his way of thinking but if Al wanted him in the band then Kichi wasn’t going to debate the point.  

"Kichi"