Horizon Ridge You walk around this town like it’s holy land,

A beast, indeed, came crawling.

He recognised her at once beneath the warm glow of a setting sun: sleek raven pelage, tall ears and the pointed features of her hybrid blood. She was the sea witch's daughter, the one that his sister and the others had captured on the eve of her vile pack's invasion of the cliffs, and there was no ounce of hesitation as Dacio streaked across the earth with feral intention.

A silver bullet, guard hairs bristled, silent and lethal as he parted jaws in anticipation of piercing seemingly unsuspecting Rusalka hide as soon as he managed to swiftly close the distance between them. He did not take a moment to consider the proximity of her packmates or the very real danger he could have placed himself in, for he was spurred only by a need to taste revenge for what grief Raleska's kind had delivered unto his.