The Purge

Her response drew a crooked grin from him, the sly wording endearing Cascade to the slate brute. He rumbled a chuckle, gaze once again flitting away to scan their surroundings. ”I have a better idea.” His gaze came back, eyes scanning her features as he hunted for a reaction. Confident in his abilities, with the destruction marring the scape around them as proof, Valentine then threw down a challenge, ”How about we make it a game? Whoever gets the least amount of kills has to do the pack hunting for a week.” He had to organize hunts and make kills routinely while doing various other time consuming things for the pack, so why not use the opportunity to pawn this one task off on someone else?

Movement to his left drew the brute's attention away from the Bellatrix. In the distance the furtive form of a coyote blocked the setting sun, sending a long, slinking shadow wavering across the terra. The corners of his mouth drew up in a lopsided smirk, a soft, explosive snort leaving him as he took in the brazen escape attempt. Dead dog walking. He turned a frosty gaze to Cascade, his browspots lifting in a silent question. Was she up for the challenge?