His giant form shifted quietly through the forest that surrounded the lake. His thoughts and focuses were completely on the task at hand. He sought out to kill, to stain his jaws with the blood of his prey. To feed himself, and the small she wolf he cared for. Bacchus was after a yearling doe, she was meandering through the wood and had yet to realize his presence. She was small, but would provide plenty for himself and his good luck charm. Ruby red gaze would peer at his quarry as his body slowed, she seemed to be heading for the lake. Bacchus would follow, slowly quietly, but even before he could get his chance to strike the doe was spooked. She was gone in a flash and the Armada was left with no prize for his efforts.
He would growl in frustration as he ran out after her, bursting through the wood as he appeared in front of the lake. The reason for her departure was obvious as his gaze found its way to the water. There a she wolf stand by the water, her head lowered to reach for a drink of the pure water. She was a brilliant shade of crimson, the sight would remind him of Abby's brilliant pelt. He'd look away from her, his form still across the lake from where she stood.
""
if i haven't replied to you in a while, remind me [here]
