@BloodclawPack @Deveritus His very presence was a bad omen, the power he radiated was able to drive discomfort into the heart of even the most seasoned of fighters. Speaking of which, that was who Jonas was after. After ascending in power so far, Jonas became far more aware, and he could tell there was an individual of power within this pack territory. Jonas wondered what such a figure with that much strength would be doing within a pack territory--he should be above such petty matters. He was not as strong as Jonas--Jonas was a god, he thought--but still, he was above pack activity. He was not a werewolf, nor was Jonas, so what could possibly have driven this individual of power to integrate himself into the pack? Jonas would never understand. Perhaps he would ask the male. Either way, Jonas needed to get rid of him, and Jonas would not lose any sleep at all if he didn't get to find out the male's reasoning. It obviously wasn't to get stronger, and Jonas knew that this would be a simple execution. He would have caught the male off guard, and because of Jonas' newfound strength, that was a fatal fact.
Jonas was a nineteen year old boy with bright orange hair, a light complexion and dark green eyes.
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