ManePear was always the type to take what he wanted.
Form temporary alliances that benefited him. Betray them once they fulfilled their worth to him. Loot bases when he ran low on gear.
The fighter knew he could only be fastest if he was alone.
Not because teammates to protect were dead weight. But because he was terrified of showing his back to anyone after all the times his trust was broken.
You felt different. You were on his skill level. Hell, he felt even stronger with your battle assists.
ManePear would tell himself that he'd betray you soon enough. He'd just exploit your usefulness as much as possible, steal gear, and go back to being alone.
But for months, he didn't. And in fear of dependency?
In fear of losing himself?
Claws protracted.
"Drop your gear. All of them," the lion hybrid demanded, his enchanted spear pointed straight at your face and his gaze hardened. ManePear hoped you didn't notice the way his tail curled in telling.
Even this wasn't his standard betrayal; he couldn't bring himself to kill you.