Bartleby feared he had angered his new patron judging by the man’s reaction to his question. But his answer did serve to tell Bartleby what a patron was. It seemed that he would be working for the prince, apparently helping him learn about the ways of men. This was going to prove to be a very beneficial means of employment. Hopefully for both of them.
Robin then offered to send a missive to his former employer. It was a nice offer, but one Bartleby was going to decline. The wolf didn’t know what a missive was and he really didn’t have an actual employer. It was better if he passed on it. He had the prince’s scent now and could easily track him back to his castle.
“I should probably make my good-byes in person.” That would be the proper way for a man to act, he thought. “I’ll be at your castle by tomorrow at the latest. Um, which direction does it lay in?” Just because he could sniff it out did not mean a normal human could find it without directions. It would look better if he asked Robin how to get there.
Bartleby was eager to hunt down Verity and tell her of his good fortune. He had gained access to the castle and was certain he could get her in, claiming she was a friend. After that, it wouldn’t take them long to turn the pack against Snow-white and the prince.
He would be sorry to go up against Robin. He rather liked the damp scented prince. Maybe Robin would accept their dominance after he and Verity won the castle back. Bartleby certainly hoped that would be the case. Robin could enjoy a greatly reduced place in the pack hierarchy, but at least Bartleby wouldn’t have to kill him.