Ga'arin Rookblade glowered menacingly at the animal in front of him. "What's that? Dare cross my path? Haha! Hahahahahahaha!" He laughed, insanity seemingly in his eyes. He shook his blade at the creature, letting the fear show on its features. "I thrive on fear." He winked, then turned and left, his blade held out in front, Ga'arin looking left and right frantically, searching. Forever searching.
(@IF: Obviously, the wolf trait is Honesty.)