Blackfeather Woods Now that's a headline

@Burke :)

Thatch had been traveling for too long. His feet ached and he was growing bitter. But the sweet thought of revenge and hatred spurred him onward. Someday he would return to Goldenreach and kill his father. Could be years from now, but that was certain. He grinned to himself at the thought of ripping his father's fur out and tearing him to pieces. His fault, his fault! Mom is dead because of him, he killed her. Don't worry Thatch, you'll kill him back. Niiiiice and slooooooow.

He soon came to the borders of the pack he'd been seeking. The sweet smell of blood marked it, and he was sure this was it. He sat down, very pleased with how soon he'd come to find this place. It was very dark, mysterious, and creepy. I love this. He grinned and licked his lips, his new life would begin here or so he hoped. He howled out, a long howl for the alpha. The red brown male sat down and waited patiently, staring blatantly into the dark forest. He could wait, just like any decent killer, he could wait.