It had been a hell of a time getting through this place alone. Since he had found Daphne dead without a link to what caused it, he had been on a rampage through the woodlands. On this cold moment of twilight, the scenery had been no different. Ra had taken advantage of the creatures that lived here, taking out a large boar that had seemed to never seen a wolf before. It at first stared at him blankly, only learning too late that he was something to be feared.

Now it layed dead at his paws, blood soaking not just his pelt and mouth, but the ground they both layed upon. Mixed colored eyes of various greens remained dilated and wide from the excitement. The adrenaline of killing a large prey item for the first time in moons still scorched through his veins. The desert wolf then took to ripping off one of the legs, carrying it in his mouth as he climbed atop a lowered stone fence. There he feasted on his catch like a leopard in the trees. But his mind and body were still ever watchful, just in case anyone else decided to crash the party.


Amunet