Gyrfalcon's Keep fresh off the bus

surprise met him as he struck flesh and the fox recoiled just as quickly. it was the opportunity lakhos had to right himself and find his footing fully in the snow. an acrid tinge hit his nose—he had actually drawn blood. oh shit. that was just as much of a surprise as it was that he had even struck him in the first place, and even then he thought it was a glancing blow.
but he was back at it again, launching himself forward. he didn't quite catch the words that came indignant off the fox's tongue, but it didn't matter. he was like a shark in water now. a fox would keep him fed as long as he felt like dragging it around, but there was a challenge to it as well. a fox was agile, not at all too much smaller than he was, and very capable of putting up a fight if they felt like it.
but wants and necessities certainly drove any creature mad.
and he was tired of being hungry.