"Somebody that noble is likely to perish in a great sacrifice for the good of their pack. I think we should oblige the old fellow." He nudges Liam's right shoulder, the promise of a good hunt shining bright in his eyes. While he may not be entirely fond of Liam, on two things they can agree: hunting and drinking. Tonight, after doing plenty of one, they might end up doing the other.

His eyes scan the darkness for signs of the old wolf. No creature can completely hide traces of their passing and werewolves are no exception.