Marcus' Point of View:
My mind is racing at a thousand words per minute, a thousand miles per second. Seconds are passing by but my mind has already gone through an eternity of thoughts, processes, images, and more. I'm pacing about my office with my hands clasped behind my back and head towards the floor. Anxious is all that I feel from my wolf self. The wolf part of me wants to run and be free but the man part of me needs to think, needs to process, strategize, and manipulate. Hmmm, Hmmm, Hmmm. Oh, what to do, what to do. The council is off the table. I have already informed them of that filthy ant's existence. NO, an ant would be too nice wouldn't it. What did that swine call me?....A cockroach? Ah ha! Yes, that is it! As I am a cockroach to her, she is but the s**t of a cockroach
