The great white wolf prowled, nose to the ground head leveled with purpose and pawsteps deliberate. Nothing was to stand in the way of his mission. Sent by Naira to gather nightshade leaves for some unknown reason Crowe was headed directly towards poison path, in a very odd zig zag pattern. He leaped from rack to rock when he could, and crossed streams rather than taking a direct path. There would be no way any wolf or beast would know he had been here, Crowe already had his mind set and would carry his plan out to the letter, arrive one way, gather what he needed, and leave the other way. So that to any wolves who may see him he would merely appear to be passing through.

It had been a long journey thus far and Crowe's stamina had run dry quite a while ago. Just as the male was searching for a place to rest, he stopped. Black nose pinned to the ground he set out after a fairly fresh scent trail. It did not take long for him to come upon another, cream mixed with white and eyes the shade of some strange combination of blue and light green, an odd color Crowe had not often seen in wolves eyes. But it was a female Crowe particularly enjoyed toying with females, they could be oh so fun to terrorize, where as the males always just fought instead. So with his signature smile, psychotic, insane, and near terrifying to some he approached. "Well, well, what have we here? Someone looks to be a little... lost. Maybe even... dare I say... alone?" Oh how sweet it would be to pry into the female's mind and pull her strings. Make her dance as it were.

What the heck am I? I don't know, what am I? Evil, wrong, terrible, and great. Crowes lips peeled back and his canines were added to the complete utter wrongness of his smile. What to tell her, what to tell her? Shall I tell her I am a killer and she is my next meal? No no no, too easy. Lets play with her mind instead, make her soil the ground she walks upon. Crowe then prowled forwards, step by step he brought himself way too close before he circled her a few times and stopped. His first assumptions had been mostly right aside form her eyes, they were light green, the blue had been a trick of the light.

"What am I? I am Crowe, I am the beast from your nightmares girl, everything that has ever made you whimper and cry. What do I want? It's simple to smell your fear." Crowe was enjoying this exceedingly, at the moment he had no intention to attack her, but it was just so fun to make her think he would. Oh thank you Naira, who knew your mission for me would be this fun! Crowe began to burn holes into Frost with his eyes, waiting on her response. Oh it was just too fun to be right.

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A battle of wit and will? Very well. Crowe could have howled his pleasure at finally having an adversary to spar with. Tenzin had been the only other wolf he had met with the mental instability to spar with Crowe. Frost came to him, as if she wished to bring him in with her, feminine charms. But no devil, seductress, I will not be taken by mere gestures and words, you will not gain what you seek. She spoke, few words with meaning, but words all the same. Crowe had no important information to give save for his mission from Naira, and a god could not even take that information out of him.

She walked a few paces away and lay down, with that Crowe's head and tail shot up. "What information do you thing I may have? What if I know nothing?" He circled again stopping behind her every so often to huff through his nose. Think about where I am girl, think about what I can do, I am twice your size and even more well fed. He wanted to see her be afraid, Crowe was ready to make her whimper, it had been so long since fear had been seen in another wolf's eyes. "Maybe I want what you have." His words were laced with malice and bad intentions, Crowe wanted to see who had the stronger will.

"Breeding season means nothing to a male, so you know nothing girl?." Malice was laced in every syllable, as she cut across his body and spoke more. Meaningless. Every damn word was meaningless, it was all a front, a show, deep down fear had to be stirring in her somewhere, somewhere it just had to be there Crowe was a monster and she had to see it. Wandering the earth, it was what wolves did best, they moved, they fought, attacked and killed as he had done so very long ago. Kings fell at the paws of wolves and blood was shed.

"Must I know things to be a pack wolf? Are you so sure I am naive and it is not you who is denying yourself? Maybe you can only see what you wish to see, that all pack wolves have greater knowledge when we know just as little as you. As the smallest pup knows only it's mothers side and den, do we only know where we have been. Crowe whipped around, with his sickly grin and stepped so close to frost he could see he breath stir the fur on her muzzle. "Think, girl, even if I knew things do you think that I would tell you?" a low growl emitted from him and he stepped a little closer opening his mouth as if he were prepared to swallow her whole. Now what will you do?

All in his mind. Yes, it was all in the magnificent wolf's own head, everything about his life, every word he had ever said, every tooth mark upon another's pelt, Crowe knew in his mind, they were all his, and he regretted nothing. Not one of the misdeeds by Crowe had ever meant more to him than mere advancement of his own life. His penance was Naira, she was his master, and she was his punishment. This fae had no power over him and he could do what ever he damn well pleased to do.

"Maybe it is in my head, and maybe I want to know what is in yours, maybe... Maybe I just want your mind, or this all just a game and we are both players on the same side aimed for greater purposes that interfere." The words were breathed low and menacing, a rusty sound crept into his high pitched voice and played like an out of tune violin. His intentions were unknown even to him, but one thing was for sure, Crowe was enjoying this and it showed, in his insane mask, with wild light glowing in the white male's yellow eyes and his teeth bared in his awful grimace. Crowe was in this game and now was no longer a matter of terrifying the girl. This was a matter of curiosity, to see just how far it would go.