He hardly could call the bog home anymore for what was home? Father had gone mad, perhaps he would even die like his own mother and brother but that changed nothing. He had grown soft in his illnesses and he had give home to the stranger. Even Nogitsune preferred his brother had taken the crown but he held no malice against Athine. He did not know her and yet he made no effort to meet her even Raven had found rank in Iromar but it mattered little to him. He was to make his own path and yet when he knew so little of himself it was hard to choose which direction he desired in life.

Many things had occurred in short months. He despised the creature that killed his mother and simply would be overjoyed to see the earth covered in their blood and a mangled corpse before him yet it was not his way. Though perhaps he enjoyed the results he was a creature of thoughts before actions. Watching them suffer emotionally and mentally would be more rewarding than the simple death of a murder. Even as the malicious thoughts danced in Nogitsune’s mind he failed to feel anything more than hollow emptiness.

He often wondered what his brother thought of the new leader and her ways. Perhaps he too would take the time to meet the fem for his own maybe even talk to his father while he still held some of his mind. He desired knowledge for actions and decisions. He had no desire for the crown for what use was it? This he didn’t know for any could have those that fear them and even the one rumored most feared roams free.

The thoughts that engulfed his mind easily took away from the real world but not deep enough to be aroused from thought by the thick scent of blood and afterbirth. Honestly he was surprised all the years of living in the bog hadn’t corrupted his sense of smell. Perhaps it was fitting he be opportunistic. With out much further thought he decided to investigate hopping to stay down wind of the scent. He was blessed by fortune it seems as he lay eyes on a dow and her fawn. The doe looked exhausted and the fawn looked venerable.

Padding forward he took painstakingly silent steps but the shift in the breeze seemed to alert the doe. Wide eyes looked panicked as the dow stood quickly although he didn’t seem to be spotted yet the dow seemed to stir the fawn. He quickly made a move for the fawns hind libs shaking his neck widely when he grasped flesh as a sharp pain was felt in his shoulder he ripped as roughly as he could manage the flesh torn from the crying fawn. He darted away from the pursuing mother with the limb firmly in his jaws. He was a few yards away now free to watch the panicked mother return to her fawn.

He watched the scene with pity as the fawns cries died to nothing ness and the scent of blood filled the air. He had finished his snack and was not about to leave the rest of his meal. He needed to get it away from the mother who was morning and standing guard. Other predators would not fail to arrive so he needed to get his meal to a safe place. He felt the soreness in his shoulder where he had been grazed by the mothers hooves he would certainly bruise but even so he pushed past the pain.

He darted once more into the does domain grasping the remaining hind limb dragging the fawn from a deserted angry mother but she did not pursue as relentlessly as before and soon she was a distant memory as wish the thick stench of blood he was far enough away to relax and eat his fill in peace. Eagerly he tore into the hide to get the most valuable and nutrient of the prize keeping alert to anyone who dare disturb the beast.