He was nothing less than methodical, meticulous. Since the puppies had been born, Kiche had created a to-do list for himself, and most of the stuff on there had been checked off by now. He had defended the borders from that stinking rogue, he had talked to Borden, and he had tried to make peace with Jayse. Whether or not she took what he had said to heart was beyond him, but he had tried at least. Her consent and approval mattered little in the end, since Kiche figured Borden, as the man of the estate, had a final say. But there were still several things left on this list, this list that would allow him to get near the young. For some reason, without his knowing or realizing it, he had been branded with this... strange name in the hierarchy of the cult. This name, "<i>lowest</i>" or "<i>omega</i>," seemed to afford him absolutely no privileges, respect, or acceptance, and he was determined to do something about it.
Therefore, when the sun rose, breaking through the trees to reach with slender arms that teased his heavy lids, he resolved that today was the day to change that. At the moment, he didn't really quite know how to go about it, but at the very least he figured it the duel would be hellish. And who would he be dueling? The concept of his heathen hierarchy baffled him. Who was it that was above him? Was it that strange runt that Borden had welcomed in with open arms a few weeks back. It was him, wasn't it? That was the heathen that was keeping him from attaining a respectable place in this cult that would allow him to get closer to the pups. Something would have to be done about that. He began to pace back and forth between the yawning black mouth of the pack den, wondering darkly at the nature of these duels.
</blockquote>