Kill It n' Grill It

Oxx's stomach growled. He was hungry, but there was only one animal that sounded as though it would slate that hunger. Elk. It had been some time since he'd gorged himself on the red meat of a freshly murdered elk. As only one wolf, it was difficult to bring down such a large creature. So he had to get crafty. First, he had to find the bastards.

The shark-like behemoth set out through the gulley, nose to the ground as he scented, trying to pinpoint the direction that the large antlered ungulates had wandered in. As the wind drifted this way and that, he caught snatches of scent. Enough so to point him in a proper direction. All he needed now was to dig a nice, big hole. Oxx chose a spot just around a curve in the game path and began to dig. It didn't have to be terribly deep. Just deep enough to trip up a bull and maybe break a leg. By the time the thing was able to right itself, Oxx would be on it and ending its life. Perfect plan, right?

"Oxx Carpathius"