THE WOLVES WILL CHASE YOU IN THE PALE MOONLIGHT
Drunk and driven by a devil's hunger...
Eyes glided over the meet, searching casually for any signs of poison. It was habit, nothing more. He did not believe the other sought to poison he. The man spoke of offering a proposition and Hárekr nodded with a grin on his face. "I'm listening." Ears would remain alert as his maw parted, fangs shredding through fat and blubber, wolfing it down like a beast that had not fed for weeks. Háre had lived a fair part of his life as a scavenger and would not let the opportunity of a free meal pass him by.
Sin spoke of an allegiance and plans to create a pack within the next season. Hárekr stopped eating and licked the blood from his fangs as he mused over the proposition but in truth he already knew the answer. "If we had met a bit sooner perhaps my answer would be different. As it is I've sworn an oath to the woman of the Red Forest." He'd only been in the pack a few weeks, many of those days spent wandering the nearby territories, getting a feel for the North as a whole, it was no surprise he had yet to smell like the pack.
Of course, Hárekr's oaths were tricky things. His words would twist and he was not foreign to the practice of lying. Things might change in the future. But for now Katja was the one with a pack and the one with power. This man had a dream but nothing concrete and Hárekr would not swear an oath to empty air. "This woman is not the kind to make alliances so I'm afraid I can offer you nothing except good will. I hope the gods smile upon you and that your pack comes to be. May it grow to be a mighty force… a feared force. And when the time comes that you seek dominion of the north I hope to meet your pack in fang and fury on the battlefield!"
He felt the thrill of the prospect swell in his heart. It'd been too long since he'd partaken in proper battle rather than the hit and run needs of a lone rogue. Háre dipped his head just slightly. "I thank you for the meal, Sin Armada. I've a feeling fate will cross our paths again." Turning Hárekr trotted off back toward the forest. Time would tell if it was wise to feed a serpent.
