Wapun Meadow I kill, therefore I am

Most creatures didn't know what they were up for when they were being pursued by The Ripper. Most creatures expected death, and that was all. Most actually eluded him. He was not a fast wolf, but a large and powerful one nonetheless. In short bursts, he could cover more ground than the average male, but his muscular girth did not allow him the needed flexibility and he was particularly prone to wearing himself out. But if you were an unlucky enough creature to be caught in the trap of The Ripper's jaws...

A doe lay ravaged beneath the stamp of his hefty paws. Her head had been separated from her body at the crest of her neck (his unnecessary signature), as he dug head first into the thin, deceased belly of his quarry. He snorted and ate voraciously, eager to sustain his weight, not knowing when he would catch something again. The sun and its light lay over him but the day was not particularly warm against his dark, exerted frame.

He cared little for nature, though. He cared more for the meat.