Stone Circle Won't you come out, we can paint the town red

agreed to ooc @Illecebra

As the sun fell behind the curtain of night, clouds of breath appeared then dissipated as the sharp noise of crunching fell beneath massive paws sounded in the night. The rare moonlight intensified his pale eyes, the look of a predator in their depths. He had plotted and planned for this, the beginning of revenge. Tail swinging with the devious walk, his limp only sharpened his drive. The dark lips curled intermittently, thoughts and memories like tar pouring and adhering to his mind. The icy land lay in silence, in stark contrast to the things echoing and pounding in the demon. Pain throbbed, yet was not as sharp as it had been in the days prior.
He stopped, stretching his body tall, scanning the claimed territory. The marking of it wafted up his nostrils. Shaking his head roughly, he huffed, snow blowing up into the air, then floating gently back down. He wasn't going to cross the marked boundaries. That would be a fool's errand. No, he would call to her and begin this dangerous dance. Yet, for a few moments, only the wind sang. The soft strain of notes floated, seemingly mourning the events that were about to occur. As the wind ruffled his long fur, the beast threw back his large head, voice loud, and called to his revenge. And waited.

ILLECEBRA!