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Venamis stalked his intended prey, a silent and deadly shadow who lurked in wait for a moment of opportunity. Eyes as pale as settled snow barely blinked as he held the pheasant with a hungry stare and, in anticipation of tasting fresh meat, his tongue slipped from between fangs to sweep the drool from his chin.

He crouched low, raven lobes smoothed back against the rugged ebony furs of his nape, and waited for the bird to return to its foraging while he prepared to pounce. Instead of turning its attention to feeding as Venamis hoped, however, it was alerted to another creature's movement and tore away through the foliage.

The wolf gritted his fangs, visibly frustrated as he gathered himself to prowl forward with a low rumble. Dark tail lashed the air and his mood only soured as he stepped into the open, where his pallid gaze settled on the unfamiliar frame of another rogue male. "I didn't place this order to go, y'know," the yearling barked with an accusing tone, clearly having learned nothing of manners in his lifetime.