Otter Creek 'Cause the next moment, before you know it

@Illecebra ! Backdated to the 22nd December

His large grey paws drew him steadily forward, dark ears tipped forward as they caught the sounds of the Creek  - it was silent, as though matching the peace that temporarily had a hold on his mind, for his thoughts were still for now. The bright moon had risen once more as night had fallen, a beam of white light highlighting the Svartell's face as he peered upward at it. Winter, it was a curious season, with the white powder that covered the land in a coat of cold. 

The tranquility felt thin, however, as if it could break with a simple snap of the jaws - it reminded him of his own mind, the tension holding his thoughts together. For he knew when rage took over, he became something much more monstrous, as if his normal stone cold personality was not monstrous already.

Peace, he hushed his head again, body stilling at the Creek's edge. His body lowered until he was sat, ashen tail curling around his paws as he marvelled in the silence.