Shadowwyn Moor [M] All Men Meet their maker

The stench was so vile, that Sandy unfortunately didn't realize he was no longer alone until it was far too late. And what met him when his yellowed gaze lifted, well that was something from the hellish nightmares of the inner ring. 

Sandy's nose wrinkled and he immediately felt his mind screaming danger, danger. and with such a sickening feeling. He knew. He just knew. He would not make it out of this unscathed, possibly at all.

But as years borne of hunter's stance, he crouched, ignoring for the time the stench of the mire. The way flies and other insects settled upon him and feasted. 

Instead he watched with wrinkled maw and a deep growl the creature coming forward. This was going to end badly. 

His first thought was of the clan, his second of his brother and finally of his sister.

He would fight of course, but did it really matter. He had no strong ties to bind, no one who would truly miss him.