Can you stomach it anymore

The magnificent beast could not contain himself any longer. The west had gotten stale and while trying to track down his slave, he had figured himself had grown sluggish. He had arrived in these lands with hopes and dreams. Of building a harem once more, and dominating the land as he was supposed to. Either that or die, but not he was floating on a river that held no purpose for him. This beasts paws spreading out underneath the mud and dirt from the recent rain, his pink nostrils flaring for any scents of wolves. Considering these lands were dominated by them, he would be searching for some sort of entertainment. Not wishing to fight or gain any other slaves at the moment. He could possibly just gather more information for himself and move on back home. Safir would be receiving a beating if she didn't show up at home soon. However, in his right mind he was not in the mood to care nor worry over what was happening to her. The albino in more simple words, was bored.