Why was he here? All this place did was make him bitter. The wolf stalked the halls and listened to the murmurs about the happy couple. All about the pregnancy, one he wanted to father, and it made him angry. So, where did he go? The bar.

As soon as he had a drink he was downing it like life was hanging onto said beverage. The woman was not his and he was salty. But he stuck about. Hoping he could steal her back. Though, if one looked at him, he did not come off as angry.

He stayed polite and calm. Friendly almost. The male, now drunk, stumbled over to join others at a table. Chatting away and laughing.

actions | "speech" | attacking