Shadewood rocky raccoon

@Laroche, gotta be vague about injuries because takes place after mercenary thread that's not finished

The spar was tiring, nonetheless, but his muscles ached for more. He was fueled with adrenaline, pumping through his veins and making his breaths hoarse and rapid. His mind was beginning to blank, even more so than before. His mind seemed to split, transferring from one psyche to another. What was a cheery follow but an hour ago was now the inklings of a beast. He thirsted for chaos and nothing would stop him. 

Any sense of thought beyond his innate urge to clench his teeth into flesh and spill blood across the pale snow was diminished. For the time being Percival was a machine programmed for one purpose: harm. Saliva began to bubble at his lips, gleaming ivory canines poked from his sable gums. Any pain gripping to his muscles only inspired his greed even more. 

The distinct smell of other wolves filled his nostrils, adding fuel to his growing fire.