It seamed that Mistyk had been alone in the wilderness for far to long. Though his survial skills were near perfect, his sociallization skills were somthing else to say the least.

With his auds alert like radors and his ears swiviling about like satilites he gazed on as a group of female moose seamed to trot peacefully infront of him. With a slight flip of his tail he showed no signs that he was there, not even the whisp from his tail flick even bothered to give away his position. It wasn't like he needed the food, but he needed the excitement as he though to himself about the bloodlust. After what nearly seamed like an eternity he finally managed to sight what he had been looking for this whole time...The Bull Moose.

Heh and from the smell of him, it seams he's in rut.

An evil curl spread over his stone cold lips. If that wasn't challenge enough, he didn't know what was.