Shamus
More than willing to take Schemeko's advice to flee, Shamus hesitated for a moment at his request to reveal his plans. He had already brushed this question off several times before, but given the change in circumstances, and the fact that he was desperate to confide with someone if only to show his genius, the Saffron finally relented. Besides, Schemeko wasn't in any position to ruin his plan, and Shamus doubted that the other wolf would even want to given his fascination with...interesting wolves.
"Well, matey, the herbicide excuse is the frankly the most honest thing I have said to you, but let me give a view from a thousand feet about the mischief I plan to cause, because you seem to like that kind of thing" Shamus began with a light chuckle, releasing some of his pent up nerves. "We Saffron are harvest wolves, and believe what you want about what our true element is all about, but indeed the harvest is very important to us. So much so that we elect our leaders based on how well they predicted the coming harvest. I won't bore you with the finer details matey, but suffice it to say that the omens have been such that our leaders have predicted a bountiful crop this year, and many preparations have been made for it. I alone was the dissenting voice, calling for famine."
"I am tired from the scamming and the fleeing matey, and I intend to ensure my election so that I can take a life of ease for a season. Your pack has given me the needed insurance, matey, and I thank you for it, if there is anything I can be thankful for here" Shamus concluded, picking up his pack.