Ravensblood Forest I have followed mountain bears

The shadows of the woodland hugged his frame, concealing him. The hunter’s figure stalked through the brush, careful to keep his paws from crunching upon debris. Tenebris watched the figure of a fox.

The sly creatures were not a preferred meal, but he had grown weary of eating fish. Day after day, he had waded into the water until he had managed to gather two or three of them. They never seemed to fill his stomach, always left him wanting more. There were not many other prey animals on the beaches. Tenebris had been faced with no other choice but to follow the red tail into the trees.

The hunt did not take long. The wolf darted from the brush and sunk his teeth into the skull of the animal. It cried out, but the noise was silenced with a clean crunch. Tenebris began to eat.