Shy Deer Steppes With Paws All Riddled In Sand

His eyes linger once more on the legs of his prey. He again aims for one of the hindlegs, admiring the strength found there in that part of the body. He grips the thin part, the foreleg in his teeth. Neverwinter Forest, he says between gritted teeth, unaware of the bad blood between the Nightwalkers and his own pack. The name disquieted him nonetheless, making him think of washirikina na walozi. He begins to tear the leg off, pulling it from its torso.