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// Tucked away on his oasis of an island, Reaper had seen little company. No company, as a matter of fact. No one to curb his violent impulses for, nothing to hide from. It showed in the way he decorated his small crop of land, the place he called home. It was on the western side of the island, tucked in at the foot of the mountains and shrouded in shrubbery, a small cavern that was perfect as a home base. The lack of rain had not bothered him, or his make-shift home, though it did cause for some drop in the amount of food for prey. Reaper had noticed the decline in the wild hogs and rabbits, but as one of the only resident predators, there had been plenty for him to survive the drought on. A small inland lake supplied his fresh water for drinking. Truly it was quite the set up. Skeletons of boar, deer, rabbits and even smaller rodents hung from low branches on the trees, spreading the scent of death on the air.

// Cutting through his favorite scent was one that was hated, abhorred, one he wanted irradicated. Male. Young male. A threat to his dominance, a threat to his tenuous claim on this place. Immediately, the savage was on his paws and on the move, covering ground with a calm trot. His tail raised high behind him as he followed the cloying scent of male on the air. Hopping effortlessly over fallen trees and navigating the deer trails through the underbrush, Reaper didn't stop until the silver and rust colored boy was in sight. The beast announced himself with a snort and looked the male up and down. The boy was young, but that would not excuse him from Reaper's aggression. With a tree full of skeleton ornaments behind him, and the afternoon sun dipping below the mountains, Reaper issued only one small word. His voice was a horrid, deep growl as his stiff steps took him closer and closer to the rust and silver male. "Leave." He would force the male away from his home, away from the prey that hung in the trees, away from his orchard of skeletons. It was all his, his, Reaper's! No wolf would walk in his home except him.

// Reaper speaks, Your words, Walk, Think, Salem talks,