You got lucky, kid

Sebastian stalked through the plains, he had just finished his meal a little earlier. He was completely satisfied, but he wanted to kill something, make it squirm. He loved the sensation that killing gave him. The feeling that you were in control. It made him laugh. It was getting colder, and winter was getting nearer. Thank god for his thick, black fur, not that he felt sorry for those less fortunate than him. He did not know why he had travelled so far from his den, he was very, very far from his den. They wind nipped ever so slightly at his skin. He muscles were aching ever so slightly, he had been climbing a rather steep slope the other day.

Prey was clearly rare around here. But eventually, he spotted a hare. He was about to set after it when a scent hit his nostrils. Definitely wolf. Just then, a wolf leapt out and wrapped it's jaws around the hare. It was a male, so it gave Sebastian no reason to instantly hate it. It was not exactly the most interesting looking of wolves. It was a mix of earthy tones. It's build was nothing to marvel at either. Small and puny. He stalked out into plain view, with a proud swagger. "And who do we have here?" he asked with a grin on his face. His grin exposed his razor sharp canines.

"Speech"

OOC: your post is long! Mine is tiny!