Dragoncrest Cliffs sediment dredged from the river of hate

shardul had turned 'round, growling beneath his breath at his inability to procure a gull. yet his yellow eyes caught sight of a dejected young body -- he crouched behind the nearest patch of underbrush, his silver body curled in a wreath of anticipation. salmon tongue snaked to lick his jawline; shardul waited. it had been long days since he had tasted the blood of his eternal prey, and he was loathe to miss this opportunity.

he was still, breath barely stirring the bush-leaves before him, his gaze piercing through the air toward the wolf.