him or pinned him. Though he would run an make random words before he was pinned. He had a rough but strong guess at their strengths and speed.

"Now...now shall I cover up the steps and try doing this with out a case of...they will expect me anyway if I killed someone they blame me for everything so it will aft, to be I'm in two places at the same time to cover up what I'll do...if I show at one place then run my tracks will stay..." He bit his tong wondering how to do murder without getting caught. "This is much harder then  I thought...they can hear....so the death must be quick without much noise..."

He paused  looking at the wall, he remembered the rock his head hit, "Perhaps if I got a rock and knocked the wolf out in one blow...but if it fails much noise can be made..or a cry for help then my scent would be caught soon after and I would be killed..."

"Maybe if, I or they are at a cliff a land side...that I make to kill that wolf...but then I'd run the risk of paw prints and scent as well if this is to be so I would need to that in a storm...when it rains...if it be this way it would be nice perhaps I could stand up fight when it rains so scent and prints go away also I could walk differently in a slip way so it's just a bunch of line like prints no connection..."

He looked to the exit of his den, "The hard part is planning the easy is putting it into motion." He thought for moment of his words before into planing murder; he smiled it was much better then just killing someone then dying this way the pack would be worried and if he did so right after the first the rest would be in fear. This would make it hard but in some cases not as hard to kill another because then they would come out in patterns, but then they might all go out in pairs this would make things much more difficult. Unless if he did attack one would flee and tell others he is murderer and he would have to flee. But then he would be sure to kill at least two if things went right if he stayed and fought till death maybe three, and three would feel his pain. He thought some more, if he ran he could come back after a year and take out another member of the pack increasing the number that felt his pain. He laughed softly, "I just need to take steps then everything will be said and done for now said but not done just aft the the and in there and the action will be right and I will be happy."

Hector chose to rest and sleep the rest of the day thinking of ways and if this and that. He kept silent, in case of someone listening in on his self talks with himself.

In the next morning he decided to go to the pack; he now realized he hated so much. He opened his eyes from his sleep peering around, in his den, he turned to the expansion he had added he smiled slightly, admiring the new size of it. He moved his eyes towards the way into his den.

He shook his head in dislike, he pushed himself to his feet as he walked out of his den, he sheered his eyes in the sunlight, he turned his head side to side looking around. He looked to his left. "That pack is over there...and mine...is" He turned to his side till he made a 180. "There.." He stated coldly. He felt his feet move step by step to the pack. He just kept saying in his head one, two, three, four.

He peered his head upright his nose smelling the scent of the pack, this one was Sabic's He tilted his head off to the side, his eyes could see his disaproving face at him. Hector hated his face, he hated his scent, as a pup he was the one who always chased him away, kept him starving, his wounds open, kept making scars.

"Hey, ey! Sabic! You seemed rather happy to see me today!" He paused looking up at the sky, "A bit clodly but it's fine."

Sabic stared at him, while shaking his head, "When will you talk properly?!" He asked ill tempered.

"Good question!" He cheerfully stated almost instantly. Why can't he just leave me ALONE! "Maybe when you, I can't, hit my head then uh wolf starve might have something to do with it."

He watched him charge up to him to hit his head with his paw, he felt the pain in the hit but didn't really care much. He looked at him then his eyes upward trying to see where he had hit him. "That's not nice."

"Your not either!" Sabic shouted at his ear, making it twitch. Hector noticed him move away.

"You're Welcome!" He shouted happily with a cheerful smile, Sabic simply glared at him. "Now wait a minute." He paused in hateful thoughts of the pack's alpha. He felt a breeze brush past him he turned looking at the trees and the rocks around him. He tilted his head, "This is what I call home?! No home is..." he stopped his sentence, is someone that makes you feel safe, and makes you smile, make you happy

"Good luck with that." He stated to himself softly, he lost track of where and what he was doing for a while, he shook his head, he looked around not know where he was or why he was where he was. "I Don't know WHY I'm here."

He looked around to come to terms with himself that he was at his den, "How, ca-WHEN! WHy? This is wha-ha! GLU!" He shook his head, in confusion. "I'm not going to ask." He then again walked out of his den, noting it was nightfall. "How did this happen?" He sat down not caring anymore. He paused noting his shoulder hurt. "Wha?"

He felt like he had been beaten up again or something of the nature. He sighed as he turned to look up at the stars, seeing them endless in numbers he smiled. He didn't know why they made them smile. They just did. He turned his head slowly to the ground he shook his head. "I don't like the dark...it's pleasing to me seeing no one, but something is missing."

He pondered for a moment, "After two nights the third my revenge would be done....on someone....I need to make a goal so I will actually do it." He knew he was rushing it but he no longer cared much as long as his revenge was done his life could end as long as he did something with it.

"If I am viewed as evil then so be it, better then being an outcast, pushed away all the time...I hate them, they are mine to share pain with!" He shook his head, "In time they will feel the wraith of hate and pain."

He took a long breath slightly confused. He slowly looked down at the ground, he heard the trees make some noise in the wind, although he couldn't see them. "I hate being alone.....I HATE it." He tilted his head to the side seeing his paws from a different view he could see some scars on his legs, "I HATE IT!" He disliked the way he looked he hated scars, and he had much more then anyone else from doing stunts and hurting himself for others fun seeking.
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"I want home....Mom....Dad." He stated to no one, "Where are you?!!" He shouted the same questions a few times over and over, till his throat hurt. "Home...I want it so much, it isn't a place, it's someone who makes you feel safe, and loved, and special, stupid places aren't home!"

He growled making a snarl in the disgust, some of his spit hit the ground, "Why do I talk to myself? Why?" He started to walk in circles, "I do it so I remember to talk, how to talk, say things right, they way things should be said, but I still mess up, how long will it take?!" He asked himself angered. He sighed slowly giving up on the matter, "Who I don't talk to myself then I really don't have anyone to talk to, odd enough I still don't say what I think although I talk to myself a lot when I am alone." He stopped walking in circles thinking of it.


1 year and 7 months pass.

Hector didn't follow through with his revenge he didn't have it in him to stand up to anyone very well, let alone hurt them. He had simply moved in out of the pack witht he casual conversations and attacks.

He had grown continuely soft in the past days, he started to give up on pretty much everything. He always smiled at what ever someone said, he no longer gave out much words, no longer snappy randomness. He was just simply just there, and smiled at everyone. He still refused to give any sort of submissive behavoir to anyone.

"Hey Loresa..." Hector stated as he walked pasted her, she just as quickly demanded what he wanted, he smiply smiled at her as he walked away. He heard her say he was a pervert again. He was heading to his den again.

He looked at his down from outside, it was fairly hidden the entrance was pointing north, no one in his whole pack new where it was. He new it was fairly close to a large pack nearby that he heard used large caves, he didn't care for it all. He looked around seeing the emptyness of the area around his den, few trees, bits of grass coming out of the snow. "Something about love round this time of year aint there."

He turned to direction of his pack, he was a fair distance away, a few miles away it was roughly an hour way to and from. Something about today felt dark, he paused feeling a warmth on his pack, he looked to his side seeing the sun hit the snow. "It is a good day to sleep isn't it?" He felt the warmth of the sun fade away as the clouds blocked it. He eyed the sky the clouds were fairly dark. He quickly entered the den to sleep, and try to forget his troubles in his dream, odd enough for him he never onced dreamed of his mother. Dispite wanting to it never happened.

Hector felt somthing push on his shoulder, it was large and fairly warm, "GET UP!" He slowly opened his eyes he looked around, he looked down at his fairly large paws, he was 13 week old puppy again. Hector forgot about his past life or currently life, and he knew he was puppy, and mother wanted him to