Silverlight Terrace run, boy, run.

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A roaring loud enough to make the trees shudder.

Blurred forms crashed through the forest, a large black wolf with pointed ears and his head crashing through the brush as if it was made of paper. Though his paws ached his tongue had tasted blood, and the red-ness of his eyes combined with narrowed, jittering pupils told a story of bloodlust and excitement as his teeth clacked together feverishly.
Hrath was going to do something a long time coming… something that, before, would have seen him battered by verbal assault from the rest of the pack. They would have scorned and jeered at him with malice should he ever lay a paw too hard upon his children in the public eye, oh, if they knew what happened behind closed doors…! That meant nothing now, nothing compared to the driving of his fangs against his sons flesh over and over until the other had bolted in a flash of oozing blood and mangled fur--

“KEEEIRRRRR!!!”

Came the great wolf’s bellowing, nostrils flaring as his gaze stayed trained upon the child as they dashed through unfamiliar territory. There was not a stumble from the old man, not a single flaw in the execution of his running, for the seasoned tracker knew that unless his son was swallowed by the ocean there was not a single place upon the earth that he would not follow him to.

You’re dead. You’re dead. You’re dead!!