Instead of buying into her goading he kept his own eyes far on the herizon, "You know as well as I do that father specified that the child had to come from the Lore." Back to where it began or something. Everything that came out of the man's mouth was praised as genius, including Wendigo. He was a message to keep in line and it had certainly worked, and now here they were. They just had to find the right child now that they found the place.

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Last year Wendigo had been born to a former member of the pack and the man she had ran away with. Every single cub had been dirty and when Reaper had found the small family after tracking down his mother they had all been killed. Everyone but Wendigo. For whatever reason Reaper had taken a liking to the child and had kept him, brought him back to the home pack and let him suckle at his mate's teat along with his legitimate children. Ever since then he had lived the life of being a walking warning, this is what happened when you Aleena against pack law.

The others of the pack heard the message loud and clear, parting when he passed, whispering his name in hushed voices. His sheer size only aided the image, he towered over the rest of the pack and easily outweighed them. Rhamnus would never be added into the breeding stock of the pack, the impurity that marred her pelt stopped her from being allotted the best assassin as a mate and everyone knew that Rhamnus accepted nothing but the best. So she would go childless until she got less stubborn, so probably never.

Whipping her goofy expression with his tail as he brushed past to keep moving Wendigo chuckled humourlessly, "Haven't you seen me this last year? I've been shining as the beacon of death and ruin since the day I was born."[/dohtml]

Rhamnus thought that she had them all fooled with her tough exterior, but for a wolf who lived his whole life trying to overcome his own insecurities Wendigo was wiser. Her softer moments were enough for him and they lived their merry lives living with the facades that they presented. The first to knock each other down but also the first to defend the other to the death should someone else even look wrong at their favourite punching bag. Not related by blood but they still somehow managed to make the perfect siblings, if this mission went well and Wendigo's pelt whitened up as was the tendency of black phase-grey's they may even have the option to mate. Given their twisted upbringing they might even take it.

A humored grumble rose from his throat as the yearling pulled his tail from his sister's teeth. He didn't comment on her words that bordered on an actual compliment, he never did but the corners of his lips twitched upwards in appreciation. He truly had been everything his father hoped he would be, intimidating enough to make everyone fall in line but obedient enough to always do as his leaders told him to. Any murmurs of mutiny had ceased as soon as Wendigo had begun to move through the pack, Reaper's message was heard loud and clear. Death and ruin. His orange eyes scanned the surroundings again, looking towards the south as his sister had suggested. "Southwest, away from that damn mountain until it's time for the sacrifice." Stealing a kid from the mountain to kill on the mountain was a suicide mission, the parents would find them before the blood had even dried.

Wendigo let out a hearty laugh at his sister's words as they began to move towards the south-west, unable to speak for several moments. Reaper had told them about a woman in the Secret Woodlands who had been as pure as pure could be who was treated unfairly and yet she had stayed there to continue her mistreatment. She could have gone with him and very possibly could have even been in the position that mother was in now. He spoke of another pack as well, about a woman named @Anastasia who had been even more lovely but who had been followed by a non-believer, a stuttering nitwit named @Lachesis and how they had formed a pack named Pitch Pine Trail. Wendigo would have been happy to be able to abduct a pup from any pack, but the cherry on top would have been taking one from any of the sinners.

The darker thoughts sobered him and the laughter ceased, "I doubt a pack led by morons could have lasted this long." The words were a grumble as his mind continued to outline what they must do, he wanted this to be completed as quickly as possible. Then he shrugged, "But you never know, stupid loves to follow stupid." In their case, crazy loved to follow crazy and now it was beginning to take like wildfire. The wolves of the lore had better hope that the pair left soon, before the others began to follow them.