Big Salmon Lake Welcome to my other side

To make room for more she says. A point that didn't make much sense to the brute. Intertwining with his pelt was the blood of many, washed by rain only and the occasional bath to only help heal battle wounds as opposed to washing himself.

You. He answered simply, a deep crimson glare watching the female as she rose from the waters. The scent of blood drew me in. Thinking perhaps a meal was at the ready.