Honeyed Pasture First we eat, then we do everything else.

A low rumbled escaped a large mass of black fur as he laid himself upon the grassy earth of the open valley, comfortably settled with a single hefty paw draped over a hare's torn, bloody carcass. The ground and air was cold from the chill of the growing winter, but the beast still nonchalantly began to gorge down on the small catch that he'd managed to obtain. Gradually, in time he chose to lift his head from taking a few vigorous bites of the dead animal, leathery lips and smokey grey muzzle - stained a striking shade of crimson as the male peered around the terrain with burning amber eyes. Neako watched as the breeze influenced the tall-grass to sway, making the vegetation to appear as if it were dancing gently along the outskirts of the land. A smile almost tugged at the corners of his mouth as a sense of calm washed over him as he continued to quietly observe his surroundings. In this moment, all was peaceful. 

The smell of fresh blood lingered in the winter air, nose twitching, detecting the many aromas that were swept to his attention, markings of past and recent travelers that had come and gone. He grunted, golden eyes giving a brief examination of the land as the brute allowed a long salmon colored tongue to appear out from his jaws - to quickly lick at his blood tinted muzzle. Once satisfied, the night kissed loner decided to direct his attention back to his meal - lowering his head once more he continued to devour the rest of the minute haul and it hadn't taken the brute long to strip and be finished with the small animal as he gradually rose from the grass, brushing the few remains of his meal aside. He took a moment to gaze around the valley, his burning amber eyes staring out across the terrain as he contemplated on which direction he should take.