[Quest] bent out of shape

As the sounds of the mouse died away in the underbrush, Hassun was left empty-handed and filled with frustration. He needed something to ease the burden of his emotions, but the only thing that crossed his mind was wolf; first he thought this was because of his hatred of them and their invasive kind, but then he realized that there was a very strong musk penetrating the air. No longer did the cat stare in the direction of the lost prize. Instead, as his pupils began to dilate and his body hunched, he slunk down against the earth and began to prowl. His revenge against the wolves would start sooner than he expected - how bittersweet the thought.

He was stealthy, as felines often are. Following the shadows with ease, barely making any sounds with his well plotted steps. Meanwhile, the wolf was easy to find. She bludgeoned her way through the forest with as much finesse as an elephant - not that he knew what an elephant was - so Hassun had plenty of time to flank one side of her position. He kept a good distance and surveyed the hound. Whatever she did, Hassun would have ample time to prepare his next move.