------His studies had brought him to three packs in particular, and it was with regards to these three packs that they spoke. Indeed, Anselm had sensed little aggression or threat--Shadowed Sun was too busy burying their noses in books, Twilight Vale was preoccupied with the kids and keeping things together, and so on. He knew that several other packs had sprung up, but since Inferni had become more established in general, he had not gone to speak to them directly. He had spent enough time here that his cover would be blown, so it was time for covert action. One was on the eastern coast and the other across the bay. He knew approximately how many wolves resided in each, the scents of the individual packs, and whether the leaders were male or female.
------He had to admit, he would have liked to assume that the wolves across the bay were the lesser threat. They would need to weave around the coast to get here--unlike the new pack near Shadowed Sun, which had the unfortunate opportunity to cross the Dampwoods directly, if they so desired. As for these thoughts, he was wrong. Wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong. This was the only word that repeated and echoed through his mind as his eyes were forced to digest the gruesome scene before them. Anselm had grown up with violence, but never had he seen something so malicious, especially in a time and place of plenty. Never had he witnessed an attack so near claimed territory. Never could he have imagined the slaying of a seemingly innocent female and her pup.
------His fur stood on end as his gaze shifted away from the poor coyotes and to his cousin. Gabriel was positively radiating with energy--there was a fire in his gaze that even made Anselm shudder, although it was internal. You see, Anselm could not comprehend the entirety of the desecration that occurred here. He didn't know that Gabriel had started fires in the name of his god--that his almighty leader was secretly a servant of some higher power. He didn't know that this struck a chord so deep that the reverberations would be enough to start a landslide. All he knew was that actions like these demanded consequences, and he also knew the pack scent. Those damned flowers. His eyes locked onto the stupid flowers, and he then turned and faced the direction of the pack across the bay to the west. They would pay.
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