Wapun Meadow broken fingernails

@Duana @Rathbone @Tree

The light was fading fast and a quiet lull had crossed over with the eventide. The devil prowled with wild, wavering steps across a land he was all too unfamiliar with. It mattered very little where Ithrik found himself; there were many marks to claim wherever he should travel. The wilds had been so very kind to him and his nephew. The devil believed that it would be far more kind if he sought to breach the edges of the packs. The closer he drew, the more the air smelled like sweet flesh. All of them were different, but each one tickled his taste buds in a delectable fashion.

Inky legs began to blend with the darkness of the earth. Though the sun had not fully set, it could only cast a slight shimmering light across the meadow below. Ithrik would prefer to travel through the dimness that dusk provided. A chilling breeze swept through the pasture with a wicked bite. The flesh along his hocks and rear pricked with the touch of it, but he did not slow... not yet.