Ritsy wasnt going to get frustrated he swore it! A frown on the males face as he took one no two steps forward. Grimacing a bit at the frustration he had. Why? He kept missing those damn beetles! He wanted them squished squashed but every time he moved his paw the little creature always escaped him. Letting a hiss escape his lips the dirty mutt rolled around. Finally able to get his target yet also somehow getting it all over his already mangled fur. Tiny stump of a tail wiggling back and forth he smiled instantly in a better mood. Rolling back onto his paws he looked up at the moon.

He wondered what kind of pretty wolves he would run into here. So far their eyes had all been trophies. The thought made him giggle, licking against his snout. Oh the thrill he felt at the thought. He'd be able to see through their eyes soon. He'd be able to see them bleed, at least that was what all the hope was. Flopping down on his butt he stared off into the distance. Oh he was bored again.

Navigation: Fontamo Bay

Moonlight poured down gentle and delicate through the darkness, casting a pallid shine on the smooth rocks of Fontamo Bay. Swaddled in the otherwise black veil, a dark shape slithered, outlined only by the pale light that caught on its bony back. Soft and jumbled mumblings trickled from the beast’s lips as he walked, his head down and his pointed shoulders hunched. His gait was unusually fluid; he moved like a specter across the rocks. It was cold and he had gotten stuck outside, unable to find a proper place to hunker down before night fell. It was irritating. He was debating finding a nook, however minimal, somewhere in these rocks to curl up in, and would have given up and done so in the next minute had something not caught his attention.

A figure sat up ahead, similarly silhouetted by moonlight. It looked like a wolf – a warm body, he thought. How nice, it would be, to one day just burrow into someone’s flesh. How warm and snug. Unlike how he was feeling right now. The fiend slowed his pace a little, lifting his head to peer with pale eyes through the darkness. He licked his lips out of habit and ran his tongue over his teeth. A small, high croon hummed in his throat behind sealed lips. ”Hmmmmm.” Then he tested, ”Hell-oooo.” He went forward three more paces, long claws tapping decisively upon the ground with each step before he halted. He wondered not about what someone else was doing out here, alone at this hour of the night – only what they might offer him.

The male's ears suddenly caught the noise of another wolf. Little white rump turning around he wiggled his white stump back and forth. A wide smile on his face - he practically rolled up to the other. Inspecting his eyes immediately, and he was fascinated. No fear was apparent, and he was not curious as to why the other was here. All Ritsy knew is now some sort of entertainment had appeared. "OOOOO." he started with as he jumped back again. Who was this one again? Could he have his eyes! "Ritsy likes your eyes, can he have them?" Ritsy tilted his head to the side. He almost sounded like a crow didn't he? Or just the most annoying thing anyone had ever seen. With his fur so mangled, his white rump showing off in the moonlight. He had the stench of death lingering all over him, sticks sticking into his fur as well. He had to do a lot of work to keep up his appearance. "Talk"