And my little mortal meat bag who has called me a coward. I hunt in human form too! Many of my prey are not worthy of my true form. For some only my human fists and teeth are a worthy end.
I truly waste my breath... I hunger for the hunt... Your words will no longer give me glory, fight or flee you are all my prey!!!
Glory to our pack!
Calm, the ignorant man is not worth our time. We are not immortal, brother. Remember that.





