Hoshor Plains run rabbit run

This was messy and annoying, and frankly, Harold was unsure how he had found himself in this situation, nor if he truly wanted to be here. He struck the first upstart wolf, turning quickly on another, greytoned, and just as annoying. There were more, here, but they ran around and occasionally screamed and were just as interesting, and annoying to him, as buzzing flies. He was ignorant of them, their fears and strengths and strife. He only wanted his rock, and now, he hardly knew where it was. 

A rumbling roar bubbled in his chest, building, until it burst from his maw with all his newly woken fury. Things were biting him, annoying him. He charged at Cypress with remarkable speed for a bear his size, jaws agape and attempting to catch the male by the scruff, hoping to give him a stiff shake that would hopefully end the biting. Rannoch's attempts to shift his narrow focus failed, blood rising in his ears, unable to shift his target from Cyrpess now that he had been chosen in his quest for...well, general ripping and tearing.