Konrad smirked when he noticed that the girl was still refusing to speak to him. He could practically smell the fear coming off of her which wasnâ€™t really all that surprising. Someone in her position should be very afraid; she was a human sitting amongst wolves. With amusement in his eyes, he watched her cook her food a bit more before coming to sit back down where she was told to sit. Tossing the nearly picked clean bones of his meal into the fire he went back to leaning against the tree, hands behind his head while looking up at the night sky. Any who saw him when he was like this wondered what went through his mind since he didnâ€™t really have a readable expression on his face. There were not a lot of stars showing in the sky tonight much to his dismay. He enjoyed looking at the stars, it was always peaceful for him to just sit back and relax, watching the stars after a nice meal and not really thinking about anything in particular.<br/><br/>It was nice to live freely like his even if he technically did not belong in this world. This was a world where he was king of this forest and everyone wanted to be king at least in some point in their life and he was no exception to that. When he was a child, before he realized there was a beast living inside of him, he wanted to be king of the world though it was in a different sense. He loved to paint and wanted to rule the art world being a bit of a prodigy at such a young age. Over the years he has changed in more ways than simply being a werewolf. Being a werewolf was both a blessing and a curse, but he would not give it up. The human way of life was not something he fancied and preferred to live in this forest, watching the stars every night. Occasionally it did get redundant and boring but he would still hate it whenever he the time came where he was forced to give it up.<br/><br/>Speaking of which, another howl moved through the area. These wolves were really starting to get cocky. Konrad was not in the mood for cockiness. He was already deprived of the taste of human blood and now these pesky mutts were trampling over his territory. Without him realizing it, his gaze shot to the forest and he growled, his claws extending a bit though he kept himself under enough control not to transform and tear through the forest in search of the mutts. Turning his attention back to the pack, â€œIt seems they still dare to challenge us. The mutts are bold, but as soon as I get my fangs on them they will lose their bravery.â€ The other wolves seemed to agree with their Alphaâ€™s words. They, too, were growing weary of these mutts fast. â€œI say tomorrow morning we deal with the problem,<span style="font-style: italic">sie werden nicht einmal wissen, was sie zu schlagen</span>!â€<br/><br/>A few wolves agreed with him with a nod. His son on the other hand did not seem to like the idea much; Adler has never been one for violence like his bloodthirsty father often was. He was more of a passive aggressive person. While he would not hesitate to spill blood, he would much rather just not kill, it was wrong in his eyes. Of course Konrad frowned upon those ways, preferring to make examples of those who dared get in his way; he was just old fashioned like that. He has lived to see human society change but to him werewolf and preternatural society in general was to remain the same. No other way would be accepted.<br/><br/>When Konrad noticed his son was looking at the girl, he growled at him to keep his distance. Adler obeyed, though he found himself becoming fond of this human girl. He wanted to know why his father had chosen to keep her alive, why he was even feeding her if he was in fact so by the book. But he dared not question. Even if he was his father, Konrad was still the Alpha of this pack and Adler knew his place, daring not to step out of line and forget it for even a second.