The Beginning of a Nightmare 《IC Joining》

The silence. It was both internal and external in the woods the dark king currently stood in.
And he liked it.
He took slow steps, feeling the density of the atmosphere on his obsidian hide, glistening droplets of snow refusing to melt in the warm air, shimmering their presence to the ominous silence, giving him an almost ethereal magic sense of composure.

The searing fire golden orbs seated on his face scanned the forests floor, his onyx nares pulsating the instinctive warning all wolves held to their cores : the scent of a pack.
All of what Slade could gather, was in that one scent, alone.
The rest, he would have to accomplish on his own.

After picking a small patch of shadowed grass, the dark brute sat upon his thickly muscled hinds, and coiled his tail around his wide paws. He raised his muzzle to the sky, taking notice how their was not a single cloud in the sky.
After such a hesitation, the man howled a message, the deep tones a stark comparison to the silence of the forest, but hand in hand with its natural feeling of dread.

@Meldresi primarily, or @Keith because reasons. :D