Tyrant

Tyrant had made this trip plenty of times, and although he now had a pack, Tyrant was always more comfortable being a loner. In fact, he had to return to his terra and let his pack know that he was no longer their leader. Instead he would follow the rest of his life in solitude. This said, he would also return to his life of arrogance, of mischief.

The black being stalked through the alleys, although he was too large to blend in with the surroundings. Tyrant didn't care about hiding, he didn't feel the need to cover up his tracks. He wasn't sly, he wasn't sneaky he was always up front with others. Now was the time to get information, as if harvesting a crop, he wanted to get updates on everyone in every view he could.

However, as usual, instead of howling to announce his presence, the large son of Vicious just moved forth until he would be noticed by one of the Lurkers. Hopefully by one that knew him, and then again, hopefully by one who did not.