Dragoncrest Cliffs Gleypa

Sniffing at the borders. Curious little boy. No danger at all. ^^

Their scent had drawn him closer and closer until he could find places on the ground where they had rubbed themselves or pissed into the snow. The world eater sat hungrily at the edge, pondering the terrain.

Heimsætur was stained red with the blood of the wolf on the beach. His dark face was painted crimson from his muzzle to his chest. Still, the bear lapped his tongue at his lips to taste it. Still, he thought of the warmth in the dog’s thick blood. It had not been satisfied. It still demanded more.

And there were more on the cliffs.

Heimsætur lifted his head and sniffed, huffing a great clouded breath into the chilly air.