Stavanger Bay There's no season like deer season

When the beast within him broke free from his cage, the hunter within was awakened while everything else in the world faded from his eyesight. A low-pitched growl rumbled from deep within his throat as his orange eyes melted upon their chosen prey. Instinctual the swarthy male melted into the bigger crowd of wolves that were here for one goal, one purpose and one reason alone. He was the shadow, the mirror image, the one unseen but never forgotten.

Without the usage of words the male followed up the silenced instructions to attack from the left. Obediently the hunter paraded his movement as instructed while he began to move like a herd of wildebeest together with his fellow pack mates. The world crumbled and crushed right under his feet as he already felt victorious and invincible, a feeling strengthened by the powerful force of the pack. He did not feel like a single individual anymore, instead he felt one with the pack as the hunt commenced.