Thunder Dome full circle

he had lost his prize and fallen into several days of a foul black humour, murdering whatever came across his path and stalking the now empty peak where he had trapped the pale bit of milkweed fluff. he had not eaten since the would-be king escaped his clutches, and now he lay across a low ledge snarling lowly to himself, in the curses of cats and their secret murmurings.

however, he was roused by the clawings of his belly -- he set off reluctantly to hunt the horned bucks that ran up and down the mount, but was distracted by the familiar scent of a wolf.

he knew this creature, from the pride of his muscularity to the fire that burned in his eyes, and shardul gave a great and menacing laugh.