All hail the Glow Cloud

Tiny blossoms of pain in his back, then an explosion of pain in his neck. He was not laughing anymore. He let out a howl of rage and pain, then twisted to the side and grabbed the females paw in his trap like jaws. His canines broke the skin easily, blood fueling his rage, and he heard the satisfying sound of cracking bones.

The black wolf was a nightmare now, his magnificent pelt covered in blood and earth. His eyes were the scariest part, glisting with an emotion that could only be described as humorus rage. For his eyes seemed to laugh and scream at the same time.