Wild Berry Meadow i guess i’ll take it to my death!

Something had shifted in the dark warhound. Something had taken over inside his mind and grown rotten. None of the sharpness had left him. His intelligence had not faltered in the attack that he had endured. Nothing really had shifted all that much, save for the foundation of his reserve. For all of the times that he had been calculated and careful in his approach, something seemed to have done away with his quiet nature. There was a distinct savagery to his movements in that moment. He had transitioned from a man of mental fortitude to one of obsessive wrath.

The target was a stranger in the meadow. The other beast did not need to speak. Ford approached with an unsteady lope. His mismatched gaze was latched tightly on the figure that he did not know. His pride had been deeply wounded, but he would never suffer that again. The titan's dark lip peeled over a glistening fang. His expression was message enough: stay away or suffer the consequences.