Blackbeak Bluff brinelick

the glut of brinewater had assaulted his nostrils until they burned -- only the brief and now-halted movement of the dark-headed cur alerted shardul to the watchful eye of the wolf farther down the strand. his heavy head swung toward her, and the roseate tongue flickered to lick the pad of his broad nose as he pondered tearing wolfs'-flesh once more. the latest attack had left him heady and aroused with a sense of his own power, and yet he had been torn a thousand small times; the healing scabs still throbbed with their myriad and painful memories.

and yet the verve for killing rose in his blood and in his loins -- he was removed from regipre and so did not need worry about the rugged pup. the sands rasped beneath his paws as he turned with a resounding crunch of the tiny rocks and began a leisurely stride.

though he bore directly for the wolf, shardul was aware of the great distance between them, easily expanded by a fleet flit of her small paws, but he was a patient monster, and if the reward of her blood was to be had, the silver one would pursue her even unto the very ends of the earth.