Firestone Hot Springs viiii. i was born to fight, to rage, to war

That was so quick!! Thank you!

It took hours for the brute to stalk the fawn... Waiting for the right chance to spring into action and dig his fangs into the soft flesh of the prey - only for it to wriggle loose from his grasp and flee. The thing wouldn't bleed out from what he could smell, the amount of blood in the air and on the ground. It was apparent that his lack of depth perception was still an issue as the strike wasn't as true as it would have been prior to the injured, no, missing eye. 

Already frustration settled in. He wished for something more than just a rabbit that fell prey to him from time to time. His belly ached for something more filling, something to keep him from hunger for more than just a few hours so he may rest comfortably instead of the constant search for more food.

Pressing his nose to the ground where the fawn and he clashed, Rosencrantz followed the creature, carefully stalking once again as he struggled with retaining his patience over the ordeal. 

Following the scent had brought him to the crossing point between himself and another who followed the new scent of a weakened prey. Unfortunately for her, his gaze fell on the stary pelted female before that of the fawn.. they were so close, he was so close. Frustration rose as the assumption that a pack was nearby now, seeking out what he had begun and thus bringing all his efforts in vein. One gold eye glared a piercing gaze to the female as lips quivered in a growl, hair rising on his cape as he warned for her to get nearer to his quarry. 

Even within the pit of his right socket, the ghostly glare continued from within the depths.