To him, it was a simple and yet very complex wheel. He would not harm coyotes who did not harm him, and by harm, he meant got in his way. Of course, all of his litter mates were already there, stopping him at every turn just to annoy him or to try to tell him off. The fact was that Andre had met a wolf, and the wolf had been almost as stupid and annoying as his brother was, asking him questions like he was some kind of criminal. Of course, he wasn't, not yet. Innocent childhood still lingered in those eyes of him, already so hard and so cold. Abandonment would not be too bad, he decided; he didn't care if they all got up and left him. He didn't need them.
Unfortunately, the number of Lykois in Inferni greatly outnumbered the likelihood that they would all leave. Kaena already had, but he didn't give a rat's ass about her, anyways. She had simply kept him alive until he was old enough to eat meat, and Laruku had helped him to catch a rabbit, and so he believed he was almighty. Compared to Arkham, he was like the king of the world or something.
They ain',
the child explained, a cold edge to his tone that clearly said, who said they were?
The child huffed at his brother, eyes wild with the dislike, and then flipped his tail almost dismissively. Bu' if they c'me 'ere, I'll eat 'em.
Either that, or he'd torture them, like Hybrid had told him. Keep 'em alive as long as possible, and then let them crawl back home to whimper of the might of Inferni.