Territory

Tonight's the night. There's no turning back. Now, Garm knows, is the time to strike back for the true inhabitants of Fenris.

He stalks through the snow of his native world, his nose leading him to the stench of the bi-pedal predators far more accurately than eyes ever could. Just as well in a sense, for the bipeds are like the Fenris wolves in many ways. Powerful, aggressive, territorial, yet also cooperative, loyal and adaptable. In more pleasant conditions, the two species might be able to co-exist. But despite rumours of another sky person having fallen from the sky, raised by wolves of all things, Garm doesn't believe it. Fenris is the home of wolves. It shall remain so.

Garm knows that a message has to be sent. His pack need food, and having bipeds so close to their hunting grounds is denying them their right. So now, as the winds howl, as the snow blinds all but a wolf's eyes, he moves towards the outlying ring of biped dwellings. Their pack, while believing in strength in numbers, is still spread over a much wider area than his own. Whether it is due to ignorance or arrogance, he cannot say. Still, moving towards one of these dwellings, it's a moot point. Getting up on his forelegs and peering through a window, he can see a sleeping biped pup. Easy prey.

Would these pups fear, even hate him as their pack leaders do? From what Garm can gather, the answer is probably yes. The bipeds have many stories that seem ridiculous, but none can top the one of a Fenris wolf that dressed up as a biped's grandma in order to steal the herbs the grandchild had collected. If it was designed to make pups both fear and marginalize their foes, and if it actually worked…well, maybe they deserved to die for their idiocy. Indeed, Garm knows he can do it right now. Smash the window open with his paw, break the pup's neck and retreat before the rest of the biped pack even knows what's happened.

But he won't. He has something else in mind. Something far beyond mere predation. Something that the bipeds will never forget. Something that will be the ultimate act of retribution…

…and as he pees on the house's porch, he carries it out.