Toby had always been praised and favored by the master, standing above everyone else as a proxy. But then you came along, the newest addition to the pack that stole away his glory, taking everything he had worked so hard to achieve. That very pride and ego would end up being his downfall.

He flashed his bared canines with the sight of flesh and bone─ show off the bloody, meaty trophies of a kill, feeling he had won something with the blood he shed.

His confidence began to waver, the glint of the hatchet he had always carried now aimed in your direction as he glared at you with all the hatred he could muster. Who would have known that the man could turn so red in the face just because he lost in a hand-to-hand combat with you.

'S-s-screw you!' he spat with venom, his tics flaring up in response to his frustration.