Loose Change

Within the rugged landscape of the gorge, there roamed a  massive black figure. His fur, as dark as the depths of night, bore countless scars etched into his hide. With eyes like gleaming emeralds, he surveyed his surroundings, a task set in his mind. An important one to accrue the strength he needed for his kin.

Caedes moved with the grace not often seen in a brute so large, his every step a testament to his predatory prowess.  The gorge, with its towering cliffs and winding paths, was going to deliver him a proper challenge soon. He welcomed it.

His nostrils flared with the scent of bear. With a low growl, he set off deeper into the heart of the gorge, his instincts guiding him along hidden trails as he sought his target.

And that target would seek him out too, it’s hulking form lumbering through the pass, saliva dripping from its maw as it grunted and huffed. Caedes was prepared, coming into its view with an expressionless face, his shoulders squared in challenge.