Spring, starving, he has ravaged the nights to eat elk and deer and cougar alike. Ravenous, that is what he is, a glowing mountain of muscles replenishing and fur protecting. He is odd, colored a peculiar blonde that seems like a creamy gold when shining in the broken moonbeams of Enocra. His gold eyes do nothing to make him look any less like some god-beast, glittering in the night. He is both ethereal and frightening, a wondrous horror, to the forest that he invades with an eerily silent movement despite his size.

All that one could read in those gold eyes is determination and voraciousness.

The young wolf he spots, with a guff grunted through lightly parted maw, does not escape his unusually keen eyes. Then a bright beacon of another wolf joins and he cannot withold himself from such bounty when it basically screamed for him to sacrifice it for his next winter’s survival. The Gods of the Winter Solstice earned his prayer and he stomps once before charging with noise that sounded like a spooked moose more than a great bear of a beast. They would see him as he burst through the vague brush separating them from his great bulk.

With them separate, the girl facing him and further away, he finds himself nearest the darker and slyer colored male. He bellows a roar, striking as immediately as he makes through the brush. Had to reach her, had to consume the first sacrificial lamb of wolven kin. She was as he, so bright and brilliant in the broken moonbeams. She would be enough to satisfy Them. She would buy him enough favor from Great Honeyclaw and Mighty Bumblesleep.

Another angry rise and slamming fall at the dark male wolf, he proves his dire purpose to end the lives in this little meeting. He would end the male, carve open the female, and feast on them both.