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The students were a bit queer King had decided. Bickering over humans that they not even met and were probably less harmful then they claimed. King had not yet encountered a hunter, but he was rather skeptical about the whole deadly factor. And even if they were deadly, provoking them hardly seemed productive. Why shake a hornet’s nest if only wishing to be stung after all.

The students were queer, and a bit crazy. Today he saw two beating up a human shaped target with a white coat hemmed with gold. Was it supposed to be a hunter? Apparently. They were being overly violent, ripping into it and yanking out stuffing. The wolfos had no taste for that if you were going to kill, kill. Mutilating was just shameful.

Sitting cross legged on a bench, he watched the students drag around around the training dummy and beat upon it. Overkill much? A shake of his head and a huff. “Foolishness, them and their hunters.”

Red eyes scanned the area, bored. At least no horsemen were around, not to hate on them, but they had become such a common and sight and with King's perception of them, the white wolfos would prefer to avoid them all together.

The dummy was see the last of it's days as students mangled it, ripping the head off along with limbs. King through that if they were going to mutilate a dead body route there were doing well, if torture, they certainly needed a lesson. Rip the insides, not out. Don't rip them off. Really. Clean and Dirty Killing 101.

Another boil not far off seemed to be taking notes, and while the wolfos wasn't normally interested, the whole kill the hunter thing prompted his curiosity.
"Excuse me," he walked up to the boil, "Are you familiar with... all this hunter business?"