Nocturne Summit BWP3: PREY OPPORTUNITY

His thirst for blood only got stronger and stronger as they closed in on their prey. It seemed through some kind of miracle that they manage to gain ground at all; Charon wasn't sure how on earth they managed, especially after seeing the black wolf get thrown down the mountainside like a ragdoll after impacting with the sheep. But his determination grew again once they reached the frays of the mountainside. He couldn't imagine they could keep up this pace much longer, and his earlier disbelief was replaced with determination. Somehow they'd gotten away 'cross the mountain, but they couldn't keep up forever. Rain dripped down the bloodied side of his face as he gritted his teeth and pressed on.

Ground was finally gained, and Charon could almost feel their flesh between his teeth. He could imagine ripping away the Dhole-like-wolf's face, and it felt more satisfying than he would ever admit. He would make them pay for losing their meal — he would make them pay for Dhole.

It was like an earthquake happened when Charon suddenly got thrown through the air, tumbling across the ground, something behind him going terribly awry. He heard nothing but a ringing sound as he was thrown through the air by the impact of the lightning strike, which happened somewhere not far behind him, smacking into the ground face-first and falling slack, unconscious by the sudden impact.