[Aside from his brother, Savage never cared much when it came to hurting people. Even then, he and Maul fought and played rough so injury was always likely and it was usually him. He accepted it as the way that things were, so it was very foreign to him that someone would be so concerned about hurting random strangers.
He had an easy grasp about hurting those he cared about; he had seen the consequences of a lack of control when it came to Feral's life. It was a wound he carried silently, but he also understood that there was no scenario in which his younger brother survived either. The Nightsister despised weakness and Feral was a roadblock to him being used as a tool elsewhere.]
In that form, your sense of smell was so powerful. Can you not surround yourself with the scent of those you care for to force a sense of familiarity on your wolf brain? [He might not have recognized Maul as kin in that form, but there had been an odd familiarity to the scents of the house before he fled to roam the night.] Or is your control so lacking that imprinting smells won't help steer you away from those you care about?
[He might be angry about the whole attack in the park, but he wasn't nearly as vengeful as his brother. He could still have a conversation he realized. That was odd. He supposed her agony over what had happened helped assuage his bruised feelings.]
You died. Rampages tend to end with death in this place. So you are no better than when you started.
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He had an easy grasp about hurting those he cared about; he had seen the consequences of a lack of control when it came to Feral's life. It was a wound he carried silently, but he also understood that there was no scenario in which his younger brother survived either. The Nightsister despised weakness and Feral was a roadblock to him being used as a tool elsewhere.]
In that form, your sense of smell was so powerful. Can you not surround yourself with the scent of those you care for to force a sense of familiarity on your wolf brain? [He might not have recognized Maul as kin in that form, but there had been an odd familiarity to the scents of the house before he fled to roam the night.] Or is your control so lacking that imprinting smells won't help steer you away from those you care about?
[He might be angry about the whole attack in the park, but he wasn't nearly as vengeful as his brother. He could still have a conversation he realized. That was odd. He supposed her agony over what had happened helped assuage his bruised feelings.]
You died. Rampages tend to end with death in this place. So you are no better than when you started.