Adults were stupid and naive. You could get them to do almost anything you wanted, as long as you were simply trying, and they would go above and beyond if you were young, and looked like this. Styx had many advantages, and though he hated what was done to him, in some ways, he enjoyed the power it gave him. Adults felt sorry for him, felt the need to care for and nurture him. Such bullshit. He spent long hours calculating and controlling his every thought, movement, and reaction. His body didn't do anything without his mind first thinking out the repercussions. He was determined to grow up very unlike these adults he came across.
He had been away from the wretched Vaughn for some time now, having snuck off while the male and his mate (or whatever) were fighting. He imagined the female had forbade Vaughn from coming after him, and for that he was thankful. He hadn't cared that Sparks - was that her name? - had abused him further; he had enjoyed it, and taken it all in as training for his fast approaching future.
He had run into Fall shortly after escaping the loud mouth he would simply refer to as "V". He mused that Sparks should then be thought of as "S", but it didn't really matter - all it did was save him breath when having to recount the idiotic story to anyone else. He hadn't fully realized yet that if he really didn't want to answer a question, he simply didn't have to. He was ******** up in body, nobody had to know he had full control of his mind on the contrary.
But back to Fall. Another big idiot male, who hated everyone and was a self-proclaimed seer-killer. Styx had no idea what a seer was, but figured it must have been something terribly difficult to kill, the way Fall went on about it. Styx wished Fall would just... fall off a cliff. He was almost worse than V, only Fall seemed to have no fear. He also seemed to wish to kill again, and again. From their one-sided conversations, Styx picked up that Fall didn't just like to kill things now, he wished also to desecrate their corpses once he had them dead, or near death. Styx kind of liked this fellow, and imagined him to be a mix of frightening colors, and big. Sometimes, he thought it better that he couldn't see. Some things in life were so much less disappointing if you could just have your own interpretation of images. He also felt that he should do his best to keep Fall on his side, for now.
So they wandered, steering clear of every pack they came across. Styx was ugly, and Fall just wanted to kill - it wasn't a likely pair that would be taken in by any pack in their right mind.
"I'm going to need a girl." Styx spoke one day, after a peaceful three days of neither saying a word. He had been using this quiet time to work out his entire future in his mind, and if he were to survive, he was going to need to find a female right now and torture her for the rest of her life, make her afraid to leave him, frightened to do anything but his bidding. He hadn't worked out yet if he should try to be kind to her at first, cause her to feel love for him. Maybe it was best if he used Fall to bully her instead, to cause her to cling to Styx like a hero. Yes... yes.
When Fall hadn't answered yet, the pup located him by touch, and lifted a paw to swipe hard at the big wolf's muzzle. "I. NEED. A. FEMALE." he roared as loudly as he could in Fall's face. "NOW." In return, he heard the bigger wolf laugh loudly, heartily. "She's going to be one ugly b***h, you blind b*****d." And so their search for the 'perfect' female began.
