Hunting Stories and Snow Angels

His mind drifted for a moment as he waited for a response. Why hadn't Champion returned to Tortuga after the eruption, and how did Kaien take it? He wasn't sure what her rank had been, then again he didn't really care. Tortuga hadn't started any problems with him yet, so he would let things be. Finally, she spoke, and he listened. "You're right, without a call here and there you would rarely see another pack mate. If I wasn't Newt's husband, I wouldn't see her either. It's a bit of a problem for some, but for me, and other members, we enjoy the solitude. What's better than having your own freedom while knowing you have the support of a bloodthirsty pack?" His smile lengthened to unnatural proportions, saliva dripping from the exposed corners of his mouth. He had no manners, and he didn't give a fuck.

Salmon colored tongue caressed his lips as he licked the spit away. He wondered of she would respond to what he had just said, but his attention quickly turned to another canine. It was Domovei, the male he knew so little about, but Newt seemed to like him a little too much. Or was it the other way around? Either way, this male left a bad taste in his mouth. He noticed his submissive behavior. Good, he needed to bow down at his fucking feet, and kiss the ground he walked on. "Domovei." He commented, husky voice holding an aggravated tone to it. He didn't know much about this guy, but what he did know caused him not to like him, and he wanted him to know it. Newt was his, no one else's. If he even dared pull a move on his wife and he would rip him apart just as he did that crimson colored bastard. "No, no, you called together this hunt, you lead it. I want to see what skills you... posses." Champion had called it together, so she could lead it. All he wanted was something to eat and a little companionship.