Come On, Make My Day

Beauty had always been something that Kyda felt was there for the femmes of the world. To him he saw not beauty, but a world for the taking. There were countless creatures over which he could, quite possibly, one day come to rule. Ahh, but everything in good time. The three year old black wolf was in no hurry to claim what he believed was his... no... there needed to be time to scope out the packs, learn the lay of the lands, and get information on all the alphas before he could complete his task. It would take some time, yes, but Kyda had all the time in the world.

Soft blue eyes scanned the gentle terrain before him. Over the hills, cascading down into shallow pools before falling lower, was some of the cleanest water he had ever seen. Kyda's snowy paws lead him to the bank of the water, lowering his head so that his tongue could lap up the cool, clear liquid. It definitely tasted better than much of the water he drank in his homeland. The brute flicked his ears forward before lifting his head.

This new land, Alacritia, was the one he had been searching for. Oh yes, he was quite sure of it. The dark brute trailed back over to a large tree, scenting the air for prey. There was the scent of small birds and some rodents... but a different, more intriguing scent was what Kyda caught onto. The scent of a wolf.

A dark grin played over the male's muzzle. Now this was what he needed most of all. A good scrap to get the adrenaline going and give him the motivation to start hunting down the different packs. The brute strolled back away from the trees, so that when the other came to drink he would be in clear view.

'Come on then. Lets see who makes today their day.' Kyda's head and tail were raised high, and his eyes flashed in challenge. He was ready.