<span style="font-style: italic">"New standing ordersâ€¦ You catch a Claw in our territory... you send them out in either a body bag or a body cast. I'm not saying take unnecessary risks doing so. Be smart about choosing your engagements. Patrols are in threes now.â€</span>Thomas had addressed the entire pack, always keeping that relaxed Alpha state despite his frustration.<br/><br/>Seravi could see in Thomasâ€™s eyes that he was livid despite his posture remaining ever calm. The tone of his voice was dangerous. Though this was a reaction she had expected, she still had to force herself not to wince which had resulted in her straightening up more.<br/><br/>Deep within she could feel her bloodlust grow not a second after Thomas had uttered those words. In the back of her mind, her wolf had gave a mad and malicious grin and snarled excitedly, causing a chill to run down her spine. Hints of that grin could be caught vaguely on her own expression though it was suppressed mostly. Though she managed to keep her composure and give Thomas a nod to say she understood she felt restless. She wanted nothing more than to satisfy her wolfâ€™s wishes and not only send bodies away in body bags but bring some heads in on silver platters. It would not be an honorable battle but a murderous bloodbath that would satisfy the ever warring, wild nature that threatened to burst out of its cage and sprint across the forest, painting it redder with each step it took.<br/><br/>â€œAlright, Iâ€™ll be sure to make them unrecognizable before I stuff their ass in the bag as well. If I run into another one of course,â€ she said calmly, though there was an obvious growl in her tone which didnâ€™t do what she said next that much justice, â€œOh but donâ€™t worry, I wonâ€™t be rash.â€ A smirk had tried to creep on her face but she managed to keep her expression neutral, still thinking about her encounter with Aderol; he was probably going to love hearing about this. So she would be back out on patrol with Damian? This should be interesting. It would not hurt to take out some more energy since she had not been given that chance earlier, she thought to herself. Rolling her shoulders she took in a deep breath and then looked to Damian and the rest of the pack after Thomas had gone off into the forest.<br/><br/>It pleased her that there was a possibility the newcomers would be leaving. Admittedly a small part of her wished that they might stick around and see what a real war was like, what being a werewolf was truly like, what it meant to be one with the wolf within, but doubted that any of them would have any real balls and with their lacking of experience it would only prove to be a hindrance in the end. This really was a battle for survival, and she did not want to be dragged down by some pups.<br/><br/>Well, that certainly answered part of Aderolâ€™s question didnâ€™t it? Was that not a start? She really did want to be free, carefree of little pups.<br/><br/>With a heavy sigh she looked to Damian and shook that thought off for now, she was still torn about what exactly she was going to tell him once they met again, â€œLetâ€™s get our patrol started, shall we?â€ She smirked, brushing past him, â€œOrders are orders. Itâ€™s better to nip this in the bud while we have the chance.â€ With that she took off in a run and shifted back to her smallish black and white wolf form and took off back into the forest. Eager to get back out there and take a few laps around the territory again, and possibly find a small animal to break the neck of and devour, she didnâ€™t even wait for Damian before she vanished amongst the trees in a blur. Not that it really mattered; they were always keeping in touch with each other with their pack communication.