Blacktail Deer Plateau ghost.exe

His pace was quick, paws drumming softly against the snow covered groud, cutting through the blanket with a pace that he rarely ever adopted. He had come across the smell too late, it had come so far into Rusalka lands, the further he followed the scent the more the knight found himself blaming none other thanhimself for the creature that now stood where a Rusalkan laid. Eating the now corpse - because there was no way for them to survive much longer if they still had breath in their lungs.

Raleska had already made it onto the scene, lunging at the beast and immediately he joined in on the frey. Pearly white daggers reaching out to grab onto the coyote and should he do so, he would not let go. The thing would not leave his sight, his grip, he'd tear it appart with the help of Raleska if she deemed it so. Even if the thing whipped around and bit into the alabaster man, he would not relent. He'd sacrifice skin and muscle for the death of this beast that slid past his defenses.