Emberwood chasing twisters

the wolf did not move -- rather, it huddled closer to the tree-bole. shardul loomed ever closer, until the glinting of his eyes could be seen in the gloom. he made no hurry to strike -- the wounded creature would make fine sport indeed, and a rasping laugh purled forth from him, gathering volume until it reverberated in a scream in shattered echoes of a demonic call.