Kintla Flatlands ₐｗₒₒₒₒₒ!

Red Eyes Gleaming from teh shadows of the deadwood. Fur every which way but right. There was a wild feral glint to his eyes and the shadow of his jaw. Where fat had begun to grow was now lean and muscled from running and hunting and fighting. Throwing himself at anything with reckless abandon, but why shouldn't he.

He lifted his nose and joined in the howl. His voice ringing out loud and full of grief and anger. As if the devils themselves had risen from the grounds beneath their feet and touched the sky. The darkness had finally taken him.