Snippet #2642988

Despite his commitment to not to, Shamus felt a little irked at Schemeko's response. There was no phasing this wolf, it seemed. This proud one is going to have a might long ways to fall when it all come down on him. Having successfully circumnavigated the Hemlock during the interlude, Shamus' senses began to prick. The way to leave was open, but they were not the only ones around, it seemed. Had those two idiots returned already? Doubtful, there is no way that twitchy one could remain quiet for this long. Perhaps he was wrong, but the only way to be sure would to have Schemeko flush them out.

"I figure you think you are giving a generous offer, matey. But there is no way you could close the distance between the two of us to knock me out and drag me off. Why would I join myself to be just another one of your lackeys in a place that smells like the underside of a rotten deer, when I could just walk off and leave you to yourself? You seem to be your own best company, matey" Shamus replied condescendingly, attempting to goad any hiding wolves out of the trees. He was rapidly depleting his bag of tricks, and he began to wonder if he was going to be able to implement his plan after all. His view of a life of ease did not involve serving another wolf. A cracked one at that.