Forever in battle

It had only been a couple days after Crescendo had drawn his own daughters blood, scarred her and left her for dead. Bored, he sat and carefully extended a single wickedly sharp claw. Face impassive, he turned and slowly drew a claw through the smooth bark. The huge male lowered his black paw and gazed upon his work, his symbol. A spiral with a line down the center. A smile slowly lit up his handsome face, silver eyes glowing wickedly. The same mark he carved into wolves, that in his mind, were his. One day, he would find his plaything, and break her.
@Dovev