drunk since i left + stryker

[align=center][div style="width: 60%; text-align: justify; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia;"]☣ — With 'his' men running around doing errands with their claws unsheathed and teeth bared, the lion had little time to think of the little weasel who left like the pitiful pacifist all of the Snowbounders were. Still, it was better than staying, he'd admit. Even so, Stryker did want to prove his point to the audience that running from their problems (quite literally) would do them no good in the long run. Wendell made it clear he wasn't willing to listen, thus turning a blind eye on his clan's problems, proving his exact point. They needed to show attention and violence to their problems, not pacifism. If only they would learn...

But to hear the pawsteps of the light man coming back was a surprise. Has his actions changed his view? Possibly. Even so, Stryker was pleased. With perked ears, the leader loomed in the shadows with a smirk across his lips and narrowed eyes, watching his newest target intensely. What could he do with such a small creature? A few cuts? No. Overused... but something else came to mind.

"Perhaps," the lion grumbled as he rose out of the shadows, "You shouldn't of come back, powder puff." In that moment, his paw aimed to slam down on Wendell's throat so he could pin him onto the ground with ease. Mockingly, he flashed his teeth. They were going to have plenty of fun.