Firefly Glen [M] stop, don't save yourself

Yakwahe was not pleased at being forced to leave the place of carnage. The wolves had been terrible playthings, though he felt some satisfaction at breaking the skinny one like a toothpick.

The monster rumbled forward, his paws pounding into the ground as an eagle pursued him overhead. The trees could not hide his bulk. Down his face and neck, blood streamed in little ribbons. Both of his back legs had been bitten, gravity forcing the wounds to stay open. His thick hide kept him going, for despite fighting off many wolves, he had escaped their harassment.

Rage pushed him onward rather than fear, for though he knew that he was outnumbered even with  their dead and dying, he would find other opportunities. One by one he would destroy them all. One by one they would die, until the earth was cleansed of their filth, a pure start for the cubs he would sire in the coming spring.

In the path of Yakwahe were four more, but he did not bother trying to evade them. Furiously he charged and roared, branches snapping under his heavy figure as he went straight for the ones in front. The monster had no time or care to even register their purpose. He was nothing but a terrifying mass coming from the forest like a blood-stained battering ram, teeth and claws swiping and biting wildly in a frenzy.