Slaughter House

Snow crunched beneath his feet, paws leaving deep marks in the earth as he walked. Cerberus wasn't too pleased with how he'd found his sister, so instead of sticking around he had taken off again to take the time to think about it all. Cerberus didn't like change. He didn't take it very well. And to know that Mara was with some old fuck that could hardly speak english that could actually be understood didn't settle well with him. At all. It was only thanks to his respect of his sister and Felicien that he hadn't torn that sap to shreds.

He came to the top of a rise, stomach growling as wind and snow whipped around him. He could sense a blizzard would hit later in the day, so he figured he'd try to hunt now before he lost his chance. He searched the field below, and some distance away he could hear the grunts of a small herd of buffalo that had yet to migrate. Narrowing his eyes, he noted that the wind was whipping the snow around them as well, the small herd huddled together for warmth. He stood there and watched them, growing agitated by the second. He knew he couldn't get one on his own...it would be too dangerous to against a herd by himself. Well, he supposed he would just have to go without today...a thought that greatly displeased him...