Moonlight glinted off of the lithe giant that padded silently through the field. His blackened stilts faded into ash with each step that drew him deeper into the barren land. He did not seek out the wooded areas that begged to swallow him in darkness. He rather enjoyed moving about the open land like the lost soul he was. He was meant to wander the night and escape the presence of life. He wasn’t normal. He was from another land where everything was bigger, faster and stronger, including him. Standing at 40 inches tall it wasn’t hard to guess what he was—a maned wolf. But unlike the rest of his kind, he was not royalty. He was a commoner, more at home among the Arctic, Great Plains and European wolves that inhabited this land. But he had yet to run into one of them. His only company so far had been the fire crazed demoness, Satanica and he cared naught for her. Especially her pyromaniac tendencies and her need to have the flickering flames.

Horizon looked up towards the moon. It had begun to set back towards the skyline meaning the sun’s rays would once again scorch the earth. The kalak flicked his white tipped tail impatiently, where had the night gone! Had he really spent the entirety of the night wandering the ashen plains? Horizon sighed and sat down, his features set into a look of gloom while he waited for the sun rays to bring his flame pelt back to life.