Golden Glade Hit me with your best shot

Embry shivered in the morning breeze, eery depths of twilight swelling throughout the misted clearing surrounding his golden figure. If it wasn't blatantly obvious as it was, the fact stood with mounting vigor that he would have a sleepless night if he didn't make amends soon. Pawing at the earth, he trudged through the undergrowth with dull, groggy steps through the thick ferns beneath. He found it deeply unfair that the earth was so warm beneath him.

     His ears perked in alarm as his peripherals stirred, static save for the dense copse of fog and the visitor lurking within it. Surely he would not be intercepted... Not so close to his prized possession. For not two meters away lay the limp bodice of a caribou, no doubt slaughtered by the cruel frosts. He bared his fangs, lips parted to reveal the glistening fangs beneath. He was not the type for malice, certainly not when negotiation was perceivable, but he could tell from mere aesthetic that there would be no peace from this.

"Alright," he growled, voice low and resonant. "Let's get this over with. I'm looking forward to some nice caribou skin for the winter." His words hung in the air as he bolted from his position, leaping at the female with arms outstretched. The tackle was neither graceful nor powerful, but it made up for it's timidity with raw effect. He felt his teeth clip at her shoulder, snagging momentarily at a tuft of fur, before he was skidding away with a grim smile. "It didn't have to be this way, baby. Think of the alternatives... Winter doesn't have to be so cold, you know."