Autumn Whimsies

Back again he was walking through the mists, head lowered, and purple eyes seemingly glowing with anticipation to find some sort of meal. Tongue swiped across his blackened lips, the fur upon his back dancing with the light breeze that had suddenly appeared. It was gone just as quickly as it came, blackened nostrils flaring for the scent of something that could be deemed as food. It didn't take long for that breeze to bring Varon the scent of a stranger creature, but a creature nonetheless. Fangs preparing themselves, the foreigner lowered his head even closer to the ground, attempting to spot the bearer of the weird smell. Moments passed, large paws delicately moving the man forward as quiet as possible.  It didn't take long to spot the small shadow of an animal, nails digging more excitedly into the ground with each step. It was small, but it would have to do.

Completely focused upon the small creature, the Russian did not smell or even see the nearby canine that was lurking about as well. The mist was simply too thick. Closer and closer... yes, there was a need to get even more closer if the young adult was going to catch this... thing with success. Tail flickering in preparation, Varon suddenly lunged forward, maw wide open with glistening teeth. He was only meters away, and he attempted to go as quick as possible. Muscular legs had powered his large body forward at a good speed, but if the creature ran quickly, he would not be able to keep up the same speed. There was no chance Varon would know that this strange animal belonged to another fellow wolf.