The plan that Arethas had was supposed to be so fucking simple. It was supposed to just be find Wormwood, turn him into a hellhound, and then control him. It had been so easy with so many different spirits. He had just manipulated spirits and shoved them into new bodies, giving them false promises and enough sweet lies that they performed to his every word and every whim. He had figured he could just do that with Wormwood: manipulate and break his spirit, and make him the general of his undead "army" of sorts. However, Arethas hadn't been expecting that Wormwood's spirit would be so damn strong. Although the hellhound had been perfectly fine at first, he had eventually started to struggle against Arethas's influence, his violent urges becoming more and more prevalent in the forefront of his mind, screeching at him and telling him to act on every little intrusive thought that told him to attack. However, Wormwood had been able to resist, only snapping when it came to Pittians, such as Roman and Bai Shi. And even after all of that, Worm had only attacked them because they had attacked somebody he cared about first – Roman had attacked Moth, and Bai Shi had attacked Red. That was why he had attacked them, but he didn't just attack any Pittian that he saw, which was another show of his surprisingly iron will. It made Arethas snarl and snap, feeling like he wanted to strangle the former lion because of how stubborn he was being.

Things had finally come to a head after Worm's attacks had ended, and the hellhound had cooped himself up inside of his house, not wanting to hurt or scare anybody else. He had eventually been drawn out again by the arrival of Roy, asking if he could move in, but ever since then Wprm hadn't attacked or harmed anybody else, not even the smallest of butterflies. Arethas felt like he was going to explode from frustration as he watched from afar, trying to figure out some way to get the male to finally snap, but to no damn avail. Wormwood just continued existing as normal, showering his son with attention and affection, moving things around in his home, and just trying to continue to help Tanglewood out as he was supposed to now as a chaser. He was living an entirely normal fucking life, with no signs of Arethas's manipulation, save for the rather unpleasant looking canid form that he currently occupied. Every other sign of it was gone. Occasionally Worm would quickly shake his head, as if shaking off the unpleasant thoughts that pulled at his limbs, urging him onward to attack somebody else, but then he'd just smile and head out, calling out for someone to go and help him with a quick little hunting trip. With every passing day it seemed as though he was recovering more and more, and Arethas could feel his pull slipping further and further away, and the hyena had finally decided that it was time to resort to desperate measures if he was going to get his undead general.

Knowing that Wormwood was starting to recover from his drain, Arethas also knew that he had to move fast. Even if Worm was in a smaller form now, he was still quite the experienced fighter, and while Arethas wanted to believe that he was as well, he knew how the royal family of the pride had been trained extensively, and he probably had no chance if Worm was at full strength. So, as the sun was just beginning to sink down from the sky, Worm had been out on a walk, trotting towards the bunker to go and visit Red. He hadn't gone to see the injured male in a while, and he couldn't help the small smile that graced his muzzle as he walked along, unaware of the hyena following him from the shadows. He was only a few minutes from the bunker when Arethas finally rounded around to Worm's front, his teeth bared as the hellhound suddenly stopped, confusion written clearly across his face as he barked, "Oh, uhm, hello? Can I help you?" He didn't like the look on the hyena's face, but he wasn't just going to attack the new face on the territory without reason. However, it wasn't too long before Arethas snarled back, his short tail lashing behind him as he spoke, his voice deep and gravelly, full of hatred for the chaser before him, "What's the matter, Worm? Don't recognize me? I suppose you wouldn't, since your family ruined so many lives without even a second thought. Before you abandoned us all. And now I am going to make you fucking pay, I promise!" Wormwood blinked in grand confusion at Arethas, clearly not recognizing the male in the hyena form – as well as the fact that he had hardly been involved in the politics of things when Arethas's family had been exiled – but he opened his mouth, wanting to give some explanation to the "necromancer" about why he had left the pride. However, it was already too late.

There was a loud angry bark as Arethas charged forward, leaping toward the chaser and slamming into him, knocking him to the ground. Wormwood shouted in pain as he fell to the ground, dust and muck tossed up into the air as the two scuffled. Worm wrenched one of his hind legs back, snapping his leg out to kick Arethas in the stomach and back onto the ground. He felt a dull ache spreading through his body as he tried to charge at the "necromancer", but Arethas had stumbled up to his paws, and he caught the side of Worm's face with his fangs, digging them in and grinning when he tasted blood explode into his mouth. He let out a harsh and crazed hyena laugh at getting a hit in on the chase, but that gave enough time for Wormwood to slam their skulls together, disorienting the hyena and knocking him aside. Wormwood stepped over the hyena, opening his mouth in order to warn the other that he had time to run the fuck away, but Arethas didn't care that Worm was trying to give him mercy. He dragged his hind legs over Worm's belly before whacking him in the side of the head, dropping him to the ground. Wormwood, still weakened from the two other fights he had participated in recently, fell to the ground and found himself panting, struggling to get back up to his paws. Arethas was grinning cruelly as he stepped towards Worm, opening his fangs and moving over to the hellhound, intent on digging his teeth into the chaser's neck and finally killing him, to take his spirit and shove it into another body that would serve as his general. Worm began to cry out, heavily exhausted as his eyes drooped, "Help! F-Fuck, fuck, somebody help, goddamn it!" He was trying to struggle up to his paws again, but he collapsed down again, Arethas's laughter echoing in his head.

( tldr: Arethas finally attacked Wormwood, and since Worm is still weak from some recent fights against pittians, Arethas is winning and is going to kill Worm if somebody doesn't interfere. They're p near to the bunker right now, since Worm was going to visit Red, and Worm is currently calling out for help)