Wargs were dangerous, unpredictable creatures. They were killers, just like him, but every time he found one they decided to mount their high horse and go on and on about how it was a gift. He sneered to himself. 'A gift my ass' he murmured out loud and Stone barked in agreement. It was an abomination. A threat. Something that needed to be destroyed or they might use their gift to murder innocents, a feat he had seen done before, and it was the exact reason that he hunted them now.
He had caught wind of a place where they said Wargs could not be killed. So he set his path west and made it his personal mission to prove whomever that was wrong.