Welcome To The Murder Party

Misery hadn’t appreciated the slave besting his mom in a fight for leadership of the pack.  Really, they should have killed her ages ago.  The skunk-marked wolf was a master of acting and only show whatever emotion suited him.  He hadn’t made any attempt to show attachments in the pack and even though he loved his mother he certainly wasn’t one to show expressions of love on a regular basis in public.  Heck, he’d been gone a good period of time while he was spying on a pack so one could truly wonder about his loyalties.  

The wolf had followed the insomnia pack though never bothering to stay in close contact with anyone.  Let the lot wonder about his own feelings on things.  When the slave howled, calling for all the wolves in her pack or interested in joining Misery trotted towards the howl.  He got in sight of Medusa and took a seat for himself, remaining silent.  The dark wolf wasn’t sitting overly close but he was there.  Let her see he hadn’t run off.  Misery wouldn’t act rashly.  What sort of spy would he be if Misery acted on impulse?  His job was all about spying so he’d be a pretty horrible spy if he tried to leave in a situation where information was all the more important to glean in his mind.

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