Here he has his hated enemy, surrounded by wolves... Things that look vaguely like wolves, whatever. They're clearly not interested in him, specifically. At the moment, anyway. Maybe if he backtracks, no one will actually know he was here.
Sark never claimed he wasn't an unbearable coward, and, anyway, leaving Clark to be eaten by wolfish things is a perfect end to his problems. He smirks and turns to sneak away, only to find himself staring down the fifth member of the pack, which shrieks, as if telling the rest his location.
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Date: 2009-10-29 07:56 pm (UTC)Here he has his hated enemy, surrounded by wolves... Things that look vaguely like wolves, whatever. They're clearly not interested in him, specifically. At the moment, anyway. Maybe if he backtracks, no one will actually know he was here.
Sark never claimed he wasn't an unbearable coward, and, anyway, leaving Clark to be eaten by wolfish things is a perfect end to his problems. He smirks and turns to sneak away, only to find himself staring down the fifth member of the pack, which shrieks, as if telling the rest his location.
Lovely.