I move with a relative grace this day, my dark paws striking the earth in a rhythmic pattern that bespoke of power and speed. I have decided to see what is in the crater of this land, and to meet new wolves that could possibly be of use to me one day. How many do you think there are in this place? Wolves of merit and cruelty are what I search for, ones who could give me loyalty as well for when I decide to take a pack. I know of the mission I was set to when I came here, to rectify the unfortunate failure of Baphomet. I understand that he would have made his goals if not for that rather nasty giant lizard, ugly creatures those alligators. That bigger one must have been eating well to have grown so large as to eat a male like Baphomet. I find that I rather miss those deep tones of my once commander. Shame that his female was left to such a daunting dilemma.

I have often wondered what I would do if I had been sent in place of Baphomet, if the Elders had given me the chance to wipe out the Angel infestation here in these lands. I may not have the great height and weight that Baphomet held, but I hold something far better. I am a tactical man, a wolf of high intelligence and cleverness. I know that perhaps he had been more like a battering ram, meant to break the Angels' defenses, to throw them into a chaotic frenzy of panic and fury. But, this is not the way it should have been done. The Angels now have the Demons in their peripheral vision, keeping an eye on them as it were. I hate that we no longer have the element of surprise, but perhaps Ishtar – wonderful tactician that she is – has paved a way for us to surprise them once more. Though really, she will need more wolves to fill her ranks.

I may not be a technical part of the pack yet, but I do intent on at least helping her. I do not want to see them fail, honestly these Angels are almost worse than Demons. I have heard stories of their egos, and to me, the ego has always been a source of downfall. They believe themselves infallible, that they cannot be defeated. This would normally mean that the defenses have dropped, though honestly as large as I have heard this pack is, I doubt they have let border patrol drop. My odd silver, orange pupiled eyes dart around, looking for any sign of life in this area. My toned black and red form moving quite easily across the rim of the crater. I wonder if anyone is here at all. I find that I am rather hungry, my stomach growling sharply and I work to flush out something to snack on.

A rabbit dives for cover as I rush through the tall grasses, and immediately my dark form is after him. My red and black tail moves about behind me to help my balance and I am bearing down on the rodent. I growl and leap, the rabbit attempting to leap to the right before I could catch him. As I have stated before I am a tactician, so when I noticed the small muscle movements, I began my leap off to the right. I land on him, bringing my mouth down and digging white daggers into his skull. I clench my jaw, crushing his skull and killing him instantly, though the death throes of any animal killed in this manner are quite hilarious to watch. He flips and flops around on the ground, his body dancing before me, causing deep rumbling laughter to come pouring out of my mouth. Dinner and a show then, excellent. This goes on for a about five minutes when the body finally ceases movement. I move over to him, noting the way his blood has sprayed about, painting the grass with an amazing pattern of chaotic lines. I lay with his between my front legs, and I begin to feast on him. I wonder if there really is anyone here today.