beware of what i crave

There was blood that drenched his face, mouth and neck which wasn't easy to see upon his dark body. His fur would probably appear shiny and wet if one was to closely inspect him, his scars showed also showed a hint. A mangled carcass of a fawn was on the ground before him, Ezio had killed it for fun. Its skin was torn in all different ways and fur covered in its own blood. He had eaten the rich and good organs inside as well as some of the meat but that was about it. Everything else would be scrapped, left for birds and other wolves. Then he would leave the scene, moving through the colourful forest. Tail swaying in mid-air as he contentedly trotted along, his eyes taking in his surroundings and nose taking in the scents that were either old or new. But the smell of his kill lingered strongly in the air, mostly because of the fawn's blood still fresh on his body.