Fyrex and the other wolves all wore proud, almost smug expressions on their blood-streaked faces. They stood tall and unwavering, like loyal soldiers awaiting the verdict of a warlord they revered. They knew—deep in their bones—that their Alpha would be pleased.
"Is it from the corpses of the other Monsters?" Xavier asked, one eyebrow arched.
"Rarf!" Fyrex barked affirmatively, nodding with pride.
"Did they attack you while I was unconscious?" Xavier continued, narrowing his eyes.
Nod
"And not only did you manage to fend them off, but you launched a counteroffensive and slaughtered every last one of them?"
Nod.
"Did you use any of the Cores?" he asked, voice soft, but probing. "You can tell me honestly. I won't mind."
Shake shake.
Fyrex shook his head with certainty. No hesitation. No shame.
"But why?" Xavier muttered, brows furrowing. "The Cores from the Monsters you personally killed should belong to you."
"Rarf! Rarf!" Fyrex responded with a huff.
