Packs run by children. "Such whelps don't deserve to sit on a throne of toys. Just because their parents are too fucking lazy to rule until they are actually ready to rule." A string of curses would follow the Raven's lyrics, as he would stalk off. "I say goodbye to you, you bastard pack?and I say it with no regrets." If any member of the band would approach him that had known him in his regretful time in the pack... A harsh snarl would come from inky lips as he would turn, topaz gems set on the horizon. Olympus has had it's sweet time."It's time for destruction." He would mouth silently, before leaving, any words to be spoken about his disappearance falling upon deaf ears.
