Ran towards the metal shack in Urhan form, steel grey fur somewhat bristled up at the irritation from the in direct insults from Slashes, he wanted to find the vandals.... and he wanted to taste their blood, there was alot to be paid and he cared little for who picked up the bill. He was an Uratha of his own right, he had withstood the test of his tribes he had fought alongside his father... he knew what he had to do, to set things right... but now, he had more important things on his mind.<br/><br/>[4 suxx on wits composure]