Stalking on the heels of the young alpha, Hati presented a visage that was disconcerting and horrifyingly pleasant. His skull mask had been left in Imp as he did not wish it to be lost somewhere he had no intention of returning to, and a toothy smile split his muzzle. He looked... happy, and that was unusual enough to be awful. He didnt even spare a scowl for the brat who marched along at the alpha's side as though she somehow belonged there despite it being a bit over her pay scale. Any other time he would have at least glared grumpy... now he merely ignored her to lean eagerly toward the border of a territory that had once housed him, but held no sentimentality for him. The alpha let loose a howl to taunt the enemy pack into defending themselves, and the Praetor ran his tongue over his teeth with anticipation. Yes...do come out and play.
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Hati isn't nice. He swears, he is violent, and is more than a little insane. If you can't handle what might come of that don't thread with him.