<em>"The world has changed so much, not even the stars can be found in this hell.... This is what happens when the frail rule over the world."</em>Callax thought to himself as he stood on the roof of the packs den.  For one-hundred and ten years, he has watched the world shape into what the humans call a grand and intelligent society that has proven over and over that when it comes down to raw power they are lacking.  Callax has no hate for humans, just their destructive nature and the frailty that makes them so.<strong>"Such a sad species, not even worth eating...."</strong>He said chuckling to himself as he turned from the edge of the roof.<br/><br/><em>No human flesh will be tasted, till I can find a true warrior out of their mess.</em>A thought he remembered telling his father as they were hunting when he was still a pup.<br/><br/>He opened the door to the stair well and slowly began making his way down the stairs.  He could smell frustration with some of the pack members, rage from another.  He takes a deep breath and smiles saying to himself,<strong>"Never a dull moment with this pack."</strong>