A War Of Kinds

The next day we awoke and set of into the forest, following the wolves again. I drank from a deer at lunch time. Marcus was hungry so I encouraged him to try it my way. At first he resisted then reluctantly gave in, he rolled his eyes then took down a stag. He drank greedily. He looked up at me, looking pleased with himself. " it's that bad is it?" I asked, "no not at all." the rouges took out a group of hikers half way up
the mountain, Marcus wanted to join them but didn't. The wolves lead us to a cabin, "get changed and take a nap," Fletch carried on " then we fight."
I approached Fletch and proposed my idea " Im thinking of a war plan, why don't I go and meet Carter then the rest surround us. Then when I say ' I forgive you' you move in." silence......"pixie I will think it over."