Keep Holding On While I Break Your FACE

Sunlight beamed, radiating from his multi-coloured coat, the light refracting and reflecting from his shiny pelt, as he lumbered through the forest. The aging brute meandered lazily throught he territories, having yet to find a true home here, and having only made a few friends he wasn?t overly expecting to run into any familiar face. He knew the wolves he had met each had their own lives, and were most likely busy doing something with their packs, though that didn?t stop his slight longing to connect. The aging brute had seen war-fare devastate lands, tear families apart and rip innocent lives to shreds. He didn?t want to be a part of that- a pawn in war. He wanted a peaceful life, though that didn?t mean that he would hesitate to defend himself or an innocent wolf if need arose.

Dually coloured oculars observed the land around him, audits flicking at every chirp and noise that the various wood-land animals made. He moved like a soldier, each step carefully measured, each breath even- everything about him predictable. The perfect specimen, the perfect soldier. Coming to the edge of a small stream, he paused, lowering his head down to take a long drink from the cool and refreshing water. The life sustaining liquid seeped down his throat, soothing his need- soothing the desire that burned in his throat. Raising his broad head, he took a deep breath scenting the air, finding himself pleasantly surprised to scent a familiar friend. Curiously, he turned his head towards the area from which the smell emanated, his jaws parting. The tone leaving them curious, and warm, as his question caressed the air, his baritone voice soothing.

?Lady Evelette??