Blackfeather Woods Swallowed by Darkness[m]

As his roar faded into the still air, Crescendo heard a yelp. A crash. And...
A scent.

His pupils dilated, and he begun to scent the air greedily. That scent. It was all consuming, and it was only once in a blue moon that he scented it. It meant that there was a female in these caves, and that she was ready for him. He growled lowly, his breath coming quickly now. He needed. He would take.

His paws were quick to take him to the female, Morgana, at a dead end. He blocked the exit to the cramped space, and stared at her hungrily. He licked his chops, and made a low rumbling sound in his throat. The Lord of Darkness was coming. He advanced slowly, making the space between them shrink, smaller and smaller.