The scent of nicotine was a scent Wolf was all too familiar with. He played with the small cylinder in his hand as the smoke rising from the cigarette evoked such a sensation to put it back in his mouth, he did as his senses asked unconsciously. Sargasso was same as always, with monkeys scurrying about, catering to the station (And his) every whim. He watched this from the upper level, which had been converted into a living quarter area for Wolf and his team (There wasn't really any place they could call home). He leaned on the railing absentmindedly clenching his fist. StarFox hadn't shown its face in quite a long time- that upset Wolf to the fullest. He was supposed to be the one to bring down StarFox. Hewas. He guessed that all he could do now was wait for the day for them to pop their foolish little tails in the door looking for a fight.
…But he began to doubt that day would ever come.
There was a loud banging on one of the walls somewhere in the upper area of Sargasso; causing some confused workers to stop and stare at what was causing the commotion. Wolf merely shook his head while cursing Panther's name. Even though he valued Panther as a work partner, he hated his guts as a person. One new woman per day, it seemed at one point. But whenever Krystal had left StarFox to join his team, Panther seemed pleased. Since then, he's calmed down. But then Wolf didn't think that it'd last long. Panther was too reckless with relationships. The feline was too much of a ladies' man, would be what he said of himself. With the pounding on the wall giving Wolf a headache, he left the area immediately without a second thought about his teammate.
Down in the aircraft hangar was where he spent most of his free time. Why? It was the only place he could escape Panther's flamboyant personality and the estranged lizard, Leon. Slowly walking around his prized aircraft, the Wolfen, his mind drifted back to the days when he didn't know what to do with his life. No direction, no morale. The only thing on young Wolf's mind was finding a reason to keep fighting to live. He joined Andross in his attempted conquest of the Lylat system.
"Merely a reason to fight"
Was the only thing on his mind. But even then, the bloodshed, the chaos, the uncertainty, none of it truly satisfied his hunger for a challenge. One day the mission came to intercept a group of missionaries on Fichina who were attempting to invade a base there. It was supposed to be easy. It was supposed to be no big deal.
It wasn't easy. It was a big deal. They got their asses handed to them without the mercenary team even breaking a sweat. Fox McCloud. The name McCloud was a name Wolf was all too familiar with. James had ruined Wolf's life, according to Wolf. So what better way to get revenge than to kill his only son? What better way to get revenge on a dead person than to kill their offspring? None.
He swore to himself, he swore his life, that he'd be the one to kill Fox McCloud.
But would he ever accomplish that? Wolf began to doubt himself…