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3RD POV.

Kyle drags his feet weakly as he nears Kade, who’s found a branch within the woods to sit on while he sips his coffee.

“I wonder how you’re peaceful here, mute and static.” Kyle speaks out with a sense of pain in his voice. “I feel bored.”

“Well, brother, there are a lot of wildlings in this wildness. Why don’t you go kill some of them, or maybe just chase them for the fun of it? I’m sure you’d find yourself in a happy mood sooner than later.” Kade advises before he goes back to his coffee.

Kyle snorts as he puffs out his lips. “That’s such a bad idea. We’ve been waiting here for more than an hour.”

“Yes, because we are the world’s most dangerous predator. We wait and wait till the ones who think they are predators as well—but nothing but prey—show a soft spot. That’s war. That’s winning. That’s triumphant.” Kade speaks with an odd tone, one taken from carefulness. It makes Kyle brush his hands into his hair in frustration. This is not his forte or his kind of thing, so he