Blackfeather Woods Have you heard of the midnight killer?

*jumps in randomly*

 Hunting was proving to be more irritating everyday. From the moment he had awoken to this point, Mikasi had been working his ass off. Still, after all that work he had only been able to get a whopping number of three small prey. Two squirrels and a rabbit, which now hanged from his jaws as he moved on. It wasn't necessarily a bad number or anything. It just was a reminder that winter was coming and fast. Time for the suffering to begin.

 Mikasi was visibly worn out. His panting was heavy and brown sides heaved back and forth. Why couldn't there had been more prey? The thought of less prey made him growl between the thick fur of rabbit.

 The male's original route was to go to the caches and drop off the food, but something stopped him. Voices between the trees. He took an immediate turn to see who could be lurking.

 With heavy paws, Mikasi came closer and closer to the voices. The closer he got, the more visible the wolf forms became. One, he could immediately recognize as Nemesis, though the other he had know idea.  By the looks of it, they appeared to be in a serious and evil sort of state. It bought a toothy grin on his maw. This could be fun.

 He let the rabbit drop to the floor so he was able to speak. "Hello ladies," he purred, almost in a sort of coy way.