• My pack. Listen, when you think of a pack, you think more like a bunch of wolves. Hunting, fighting, playing, and living together. However, when I hear the word, 'pack', I think of my friends, my family, and my allies. Listen, we're just like a pack of wolves. There's the hunters, who look for new pack members, such as myself. There's the leaders, who try to keep the pack from falling apart and fighting each other. There's the care givers, trying to help whenever they can. And there's the young ones, who learn from the elder ones in the pack.

    If you think about it, we're just like a pack of wolves. We live together, fight together, and live together. The only difference is, when you mess one of our own, you'd better believe we'll hunt you down to the bowels of Hell and drag you back to just to get revenge. We will find you, anyone who knows you, knew you, hates you, loves you, admires you, and we will find you.

    You mess with the pack, you get the fang.