Welp, he supposed sooner or later his wanderings or his tongue would land him in a position like this. It had been both, of course. Curiosity had nearly killed the cat...but not quite. He was studying a cluster of mushrooms he had found growing in the damp cavern where he was being held, blending seamlessly in with the dark, nothing but a moving shadow among the others. Ears flicked at the sound of claws approaching, the scent of another member of The Syndicate coming down the hall. "Boy," A voice called out, and he could only assume it was meant for him. He bit back a sigh. He was not a child...he was a goddamn adult, so he didn't know if it was due to his size, or if the wolves that made up this pack were just brawn over brain. Or perhaps they meant to insult him. Typical of their type. He would know though...he was occasionally the type, too.
"Not yet, but it wouldn't be the first time I've gone hungry for the night." He turned around, pitch black gaze finding the larger male. At least it wasn't Sephiran...that guy definitely seemed unhinged. Then again, this one could be, too. Were they all? He'd find out sooner or later. "Have you come to fight me, too? Or checking out your alpha's new prize?"
