Being in one area for to long made Valdis rather restless. So moving further and further from the center of the thick forest where the Reign of Terror was located, the hellish wolf just went in search of anything to curb either her boredom or tired taste buds.
Eatting game was nothing for the blood female, she saw no challenge in the venison or the foxes, the bears who she had found were not of any game to her even. No, she wanted the flesh of her former kin, something worthy to fight and maybe even gain a couple more rips in her already tattered pelt. The life of a pack was just boring to the warrior hound and it wasn’t any better that it seemed the Reign of Terror kept obtaining the very wolves that Valdis enjoyed to hunt.
A sickening black tongue traced over the razor sharp fangs the bleeding and scarred female totted around as her best weapons. Claws were good to scratch out eyes the only problem with that was, the meat normally got destroyed.
With a keen sense of smell the black and tan killer picked up an unfamiliar scent, but one that seemed to possibly be of interest. Without a second to think the female’s body angled in the direction of the scent, wouldn’t killer her to look…if it did, well that solved the boredom issue and hunger one at the same time.
