Askan hadn't missed this feeling.
Ever since Reyes had come into the picture he'd levelled out some, worked a little harder to rein in his temper. But seeing Lorcan had brought back all of his anger and resentment in one fell swoop, hitting him so hard it felt as though he'd been slapped in the face.
As petty as it was, it felt good to see Lorcan at his lowest, to know that he'd fallen from grace and was no longer the wonder boy who could do no wrong. Askan was so tired of being painted as the villain, it was great to know that the tables had turned. Hell, that was the only saving grace here, the only thing that stopped him from doing something drastic.
Whatever, he wasn't worth his time. He had better things to do. And so Askan followed the river back, heading back east till the mountain was nothing more than a grey blur in the distance.
He increased his pace, wanting to get back to the Shallows before midday-then he paused just for a moment and his steps faltered. He slowed to a walk as he eyed the brown figure off in the distance. Huh. It was silly but for a split moment he thought that they were a Selwyn. They-whoever they were- had the coat and the build but...The eyes, even from a distance he could tell that they weren't right, not bright enough.
This never happened. He didn't see the ghosts of his past whenever he saw a wolf that sort of looked like a Selwyn, so what the hell was wrong with him? Either way, they were fairly-sort of, somewhat. Askan was territorial okay- near to his borders. So he continued on, moving parallel to them till he was at a conversation distance. Or at least what he considered to be one.
"Oi."Was all he said as way of greeting. Charming as ever but his sour mood was Lorcan's fault, or so he liked to think.