Lost Creek Hollow stonefire

lmao

the argent coat of the cat dappled itself in shadow as shardul began the slow and inexorable stalk toward the wolf who had come to investigate the coyote bait. should he lose regipre, the feline would count it a loss indeed -- she had been invaluable to the streak of sociopathy that curdled the blood and set him to murder -- but this wolf seemed to hold no such intention. if the pup would but lull the larger canine some steps further from its gates, shardul would soon close the space between them with a propulsion of speed and splash crimson upon the winter grasses in fulfillment of his own holy crusade against the reeking creatures.