Blackfeather Woods Never been a perfect soul

He was hot on the heels of a hare, which led him into the phantasmal woods as it darted for cover. But he predicted its movements and was thus able to cut his quarry off. Without the luxury of being able to torture the thing, he gave it a swift death, though the hare cried out one final time before it never would again. He sat and huffed to catch his breath. Once caught, he laid down and began to devour what was merely a snack for a wolf his size.