He needed more than paws able to keep up the pace. He needed warriors ready to throw away their life to a glorious fate. The soldiers he faced with an ill glare, enough to make them step back, enough to discourage a mother from protecting her child, was meant to be the easiest step of the journey.
He made sure to give them a glimpse of what awaited them. There was no use hiding the Pack the extent of their potential as a whole, thus the two golden balls adorning his eyes shone in all their might under the darkness of the inn, mesmerising once more the girl behind the counter.
Only when did he lay his eyes on her the kind smile she wore vanished. She wasn't looking at a man anymore, just something disguised as one. The air was thick and hard to breathe, the dark gums of the man and his pointy teeth contrasted with the usual stench of the drunkards she daily served.
