Deepwood Weald It’s the same way you showed me

The grumpy man saunters lazily through the territory and, oh god, what does he find. Only the best opportunity to initiate his revenge right in front of him, wrapped in a pretty pink bow. He almost starts sweating he’s so excited. His brow furrows and his lips curl menacingly. She’s got no chance. He’s doing it. This is what his fantasies were about. She’d learn soon enough too. 

Not to fucking cross Kynareth Deagon. 

He doesn’t give the woman enough time to even blink before he’s sprinting towards her. She’d hear the thumping of his heavy paws and a low growl of her name as he would slam into her shoulder with the force of a bull. Teeth eagerly attempting to gnaw at the looser skin behind her shoulder and her ribs. This skin rips easily, so she better weigh her options wisely.