Twisted Slough II. Caught in the burning glow.

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Her words fell on deaf ears. He need only inhale that scent, and he was filling with a Hulk-sized rage. His fur spiked with each sloshing step he made, rising like a shark's fin down his spine as he tried to fight against the moor's sodden ground. He picked his way through it as carefully as he could despite the rising ire in his breast; Revui moved too quickly to be efficient, but managed to get through most of the softer areas before his path took him through a patch of deep silt — he stopped there, and took a leap for solid ground, landing roughly on his chest but scrambling to keep moving. He began to close the distance between them - whether this girl was trying to out-maneuver him or not, Revui was like a thing possessed.

He would not let this Blackfeather wolf leave unharmed. If he could, he'd sink his teeth in to her throat. He'd drown her in the slough, leave her body buried with a layer of grime, and carry her head back to the mountain. She was far from home and the big bad wolf was hungry.

Revui loosed an agitated roar as he came careening in her direction, his steps sluggish but powerful, a drum beat of oncoming danger. She was small, quick, and likely knew of an escape — but if Revui was going to redeem himself to his family (at least in his own mind) he was going to do this. He would kill her, and with her death would come the praise of Moonspear. He would return to the mountain and all would be forgiven.