Cant hate the guy with a dazzling smile

[OOC: Koloskivi has a Russian accent!]
Koloskivi eyes burned as he threw his head up, dramatically mind you, from the crystal waters. He shook himself off, droplets of water flying from his bloodied pelt. It had only been a few hours beforehand that Koloskivi had taken down an elk, the bulky male took it down with a few calculated swift bites. He'd been kicked, smacked, and stepped on; the hoof marks were just now turning purple instead of turning colour in a few days. He hated this. Not being kicked by the elk, but constantly having bruises and smelling like blood. What could be worse!? Maybe he'll just roll in a pile of deer droppings just to top it off.

As he felt his blood grow hot as rage consumed his body. All he could think about was just breaking something, but with out any bottles to break his blood grew cold again. The rage drained form his body as if somebody scoped him up and pored out his emotions like water from a water bottle. The amber orbs upon his face glistened as the sun crawled up the sky and rose to its full height. Koloskivi squinted his eyes and growled under his breath in annoyance. Why cant the sun just piss off, he thought. Though he didn't mind the sun, a shady day would be nice. He rolled his eyes at the thoughts that surged his mind and he looked around.
"Vere to next.." he mumbled