Tainted with rage

Ehrgeiz would waltz aimlessly through the cove, every few pawsteps causing a creepy critter to scuttle away. Now and then, a larger, more gutsy spider would perch itself upon a rock, its forelegs raised in challenge, fangs glistening. The wolf would raise a brow, scoffing at the eight-legged creature that dared threaten him. With paw he would cuff the sand and send it spraying over the creature, causing it to recoil and curl its legs in. Ehrgeiz took advantage of its stunned state and slammed his paw down on its body, crushing it. Several spiders skittered away from the rock, their hiding place disturbed. He feared not the venom of a dangerous spider - if death took him today, then so be it, but he wouldn't waste his time alive responding to fear. He wouldn't let a tiny arachnid tell him off.

Bored with his surroundings, he sighed, glancing around with a singular blue eye. Spotting a boulder at the edge of the cove, he headed toward it lazily. He sprung to the top in a powerful leap, his claws scraping the rock as he clamped to the flat top surface. Content for now with his choice of resting place, he curled up to get comfortable, feeling a ray of sun warming his back. As he lay his head across his paws, he felt the tickle of multiple legs touching his pelt, climbing over him. He remained still, undisturbed by the spiders that crawled through his fur, so long as they didn't threaten him with their fangs.