I think he found a pleasure in killing--It gave him this sense of power..
Each time it was a way to reflame his ego.
The fortune teller tells him he will die; and cannot escape it. So he kills him.
The girl looks at him weird--and laughs at him. So he kills her.
It just became this buildup of murders.
"You're like the stormy ocean now! Collecting death like driftwood!"
And "You bring your kill, from the savannah and bake it in the sun.
But the heat warps it's flesh, you see the face of god in the tarry mess"
His enjoyment--His step back up towards being the man he wants to be.
Not to mention a Wolf is viewed as a murderous predator.
I think he found a pleasure in killing--It gave him this sense of power.. Each time it was a way to reflame his ego. The fortune teller tells him he will die; and cannot escape it. So he kills him. The girl looks at him weird--and laughs at him. So he kills her. It just became this buildup of murders. "You're like the stormy ocean now! Collecting death like driftwood!" And "You bring your kill, from the savannah and bake it in the sun. But the heat warps it's flesh, you see the face of god in the tarry mess" His enjoyment--His step back up towards being the man he wants to be.
Not to mention a Wolf is viewed as a murderous predator.