"YOUR COMMAND, SIR!" REN BOOMS.
His words crack like whips and his tone hits a few octaves low enough to ring the air. It was clear the man was impatient to kill some murderous Ferals. Ren seemed to have much more moxie in his eyes than the troop, and a zest for revenge equal to Casselba's. It was justified in his case; just some months ago, he had been captured and tortured by the very bastards hiding in the Woods.
His eyes glue the screens like smoking embers and one can almost hear the grinding of his teeth.
The werewolves in the screen are laughing now, wearing sick smiles as they creep towards Melanie. The young girl assumes a scared posture, cowering away from the huge men—all acting of course. Caden counts about five men moving for her postion. It seems Melanie is quite the actress as even her eyes mirror terror.
