Death Of An Assassin

Soon after he made his presence known, two other wolves entered the clearing. The first another female, that smelt of a pack then another male, that smelt of a different pack. Indifferent eyes passed over the new wolves, and he turned his gaze back to the other three. Two colored eyes landed on the vulture who spoke in overly annoying rhymes and he felt a small smile tug at his lips. That bird could pose to be an interesting ally in these lands, though Creedance would never go as far to call anyone a friend.

So many things happened and so many words were spoken before the mud coated wolf, whose name he had deduced to be Cyanide challenged the other she-wolf whose name he had also deduced, Morphine to a death match. Plopping on his haunches, his ears pricked with entrance the words oozed from his jaws in excitement. ?Awesome, a chick fight!? He watched the pair happily, praying that one of the ladies would rip the other apart, his mind already rooting for the one called Morphine.

ooc; short post is short, but hopefully enjoyable c;