Some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice.

Raumr could not quite explain why he had attacked the boy. In a sense, he understood he was already territorial over the prairie. Having spent some time here, he had it in the back of his head that this would be as good as any place to claim as home. He wasn't opposed to wolves either. Actually, enjoyed their company from time to time, but this one... Raumr couldn't place it. Something about how the boy walked slowly, quietly, carefully across the prairie as if expecting someone to jump out at him. Expecting the sick and infected to attack. Yet, he wasn't one of those, no.

He'd seen those that were sick. Had smelled their rotting scents. This boy didn't smell like that. Could scent him clearly as their bodies collided and went scrambling across the dirt. Atop the boy now, he felt those talons sinking into his skin. Canine body writhed and struggled, but the fog, it was oh so dense, it was hard to even see in such close proximity. What was that glimmer upon the boy's face? That didn't seem right. Was he sick and hiding his scent?

Extending his claws, Raumr swipes at the boy's shoulders, attempting to get him to slow, to stop his own frenzied attacks. A yowl leaves him as a talon drags over his side. Rolling away to avoid another swipe of those nasty talons, Raumr makes space between them, but now the tinge of blood makes it harder to see the boy. Where would he go? What would he do now that his weight wasn't upon him? Lowering into the grass, Raumr waits, patiently, silently, to see what the boy will do.

Raumr Regalus, the Third