The french toast smelled good, but Markus was in no mood to eat at the moment. Still sipping his coffee he waited for everyone to clear out before going to the door and shutting it. He tossed the meat tenderizer on the floor and slide his pistol out of the back of his pants. Yanking the slide back he let it go forward so it seemed he had put a round in the chamber. Gingerly he set the pistol on his thigh so the barrel was pointed at William. “So… Now we are alone.. Do you know what happened to my pack members?” Markus stands up and walks over to William standing about three feet away and letting out a deep exhale. 

“You see…” he rubs his face as he seems to have a hard time coming up with civilized ways of saying things. “I’m tired of dealing with you shits coming around here and killing my kind. We don’t hunt humans unless they pose a danger to us. Yet you bastards seem to keep finding your way up my mountain…” He turns around and sets the pistol on a table near William and moves to the door to make sure it’s locked. With his back turned he places a hand on the door and growls a bit. “You just keep coming back and spilling blood, then we have to spill blood and clean everything up. Why does this vicious cycle have to continue here? Why can’t you just leave us in peace. It’s one things to hunt down the beasts who steal your children in the night, but another to seek out a bear’s cave simply so you can hang it’s head on your wall.”