Kintla Flatlands put me on the front line

So there are streaks leftover from when I cleaned my screen last and the line up almost perfectly with your current avatar. Makes Jaws look very windswept, lol. Also, hi, I suck with posting on this character.

He was largely unaware of what the hunger had done to him, how his awareness of the world around him dwindled to nothing. It wasn't truly nothing, but it may as well have been. It was akin to having tunnel vision, as now he had scented that little bit of carcass nothing else mattered. It had wafted to him in spite of the weather and now, it drew him out in a very driven way.

Twister was almost upon it when he saw the inky etch of a wolf in the weathered grass. And it was without thought that he pulled his lips back into a silent snarl, letting a growl bubble up from deep within. The wolf didn't need this kill, this leftover remain. He needed it. It was more than a want, it was a demand that screamed at him that if he wanted to survive, he needed as much as he could take in.