Tormented Tarns Can't Slip By

Ghidorah had been prowling in the territory of the Nightwalkers, his ambition was to spread as much chaos as possible with a very calculative strategy. But the man figured he could unleash more of his destruction elsewhere, outside of Nightwalkers, besides, the pack was his main hub, his base. The titan would plan to appear around the whole of Teekon in the shadows like a scavenging vampire out for blood, he would plant his seeds of false realities to every fertile wolf he would come across so that they would be ready to follow him, to trust him.

The sunwolf's radiant presence could have melted the most compact ice formations with his potent paw steps as they crunched through the snow. His bulging muscles glided through every stride as his body went through the surrounding mist. The man's expression was vanilla and his ears remained forward with his gaze dull and without life. However, his nose twitched, the scent of another arose his nostrils but he remained neutral in his reaction, but he put on a false identity. His infamous smirk peeled through his lips and his eyebrows raised just a bit as his paw steps were sinister with ambition.

Who would be the lucky one today?

The muscular titan's pelt lit up the mist that he traveled in and shined through the snow, he drew closer and closer with the sound of his paw steps echoing through the area. Ghidorah could see a figure attempting to peer through the mist, a smaller female wolf, his twisted mind found pleasure in finding such a vulnerable victim for him to play with. His figure stepped out of the mist with his ghost eyes having malicious intent but was masked with curiosity.

"Hello, my dear," he purred to her in greeting, "what would a fine dove such as yourself be doing all alone in a place like this?" The man stood like a stone, unmoving, he didn't want to approach her just yet, not until she was contempt with his presence.