The sun shone dully through the thick, grey clouds and a bitter wind whispered past the land. From what fight the sun had with the clouds, it was only able to reflect off of a blood trail that seemed to drag on forever. The weather was unusually fair though signs of snow were not detectable; the sheet of snow that ran for miles was powered with a crunchy under coating. Behemoth found this kind of weather to be strange for being in the middle of the spring season though he did not question Mother and the way she worked. A quick wind zipped past him, slapping him in the face with a cold touch. A slight shiver ran down the brute's body though he didn't mind. He hovered over the carcass of a recent fallen kill; a poor buck one in which was just a little bit too slow and able minded to escape Death. His heart raced as adrenaline run still remained from the hunt and the scent of blood made his nares flare. There was something about blood- the taste, the scent, the overall appearance- that seemed to give him some sort of high that never seemed to wear off until he had his full.
Retreating from the opening in which he buried his cranium into the side of the buck to devour the savory meat; his muzzle dripped crimson droplets as he narrowed his orbs to the deer's head; staring into its own glazed orbs. A smile tugged at the side of his lips revealing red fangs as he began to speak. "It's a shame you were so slow, perhaps even slower than the hare I slaughtered just for fun this morning. You can thank the hare for losing your life when you see him again. He was the reason for your death for he had my blood pumping. You did put up a good fight though," he said as he chuckled lightly. "So tell me, should I leave you here to rot and allow my friend the Raven and the Crow to finish you or should I eat the rest? Or maybe the Raven and the Crow can be the next on my list. What do you say?" he asked as he seemed to wait patiently for the answer. He was full of smiles as he watched a fly scurry across the buck's eye. A frown appeared upon the wolf's lips and he sighed. "Spare the Raven and the Crow? I suppose this means we didn't have the same idea. Not only was I going to finish you off, I going to have them for dessert. Once a wolf has a thirst for blood, there's no way of stopping him, you know," he told the carcass. With that, he allowed razors to dig into the flesh once more making sure there was nothing left of the kill.
His eyes glazed with a satisfaction though he wasn't all to satisfied and the blood lust still remained; he carefully made his way across the lands. With every step he took, he can feel the snow sink as it crunched under him. He stopped for a moment to reminisce and take in the barren lands a smile placed upon his lips and he laughed. The Northern Territory was where he felt he could call home. Here, it allowed him to show his true colors to shine and it always seemed to get him in the best of moods. It also allowed him to show the side he felt was better to describe him than any other; showing that he rather be on the dark side to life then the light though the light does shine through. He smiled once more and lowered to his haunches. Another fine day. He thought to himself. He closed his eyes for a moment with picked ears as he heard the faint, ear shattering screams from his past; all he did was just laugh. He tried to relax his anxious and needy body though his mind raced elsewhere. He was in a way, bored, and to say what excitement,not to say the killings weren't fun and exciting, can come his way; only time could tell.
