Tighten Your Grip

Feral had followed the land with utter distaste. Where he was and which area he had wandered into, he had no clue; but, he could not care less about it. His mocha colored pelt was speckled with small flakes of snow that had fallen from overgrown branches. The coldness was something he could remember, and sort of relate to. His heart was as cold as ice. His family was not their for him, so why would he do something that would show kindness. He would expect the coldness in his heart to cease, but, alas, it does not. And he welcomes it.

"This damn cold, it resembles a lot about what is inside me," He gave a sly smirk. But, there was some warmth in his heart. He yearned for a female, but, he knew the chances of finding a femme would be one and a million. He could soon feel warmth emanate from the ground, steam gathering and spewing out from some parts of the earth, showing matches of dirt and mud. The brute gave a small glare and continued onward as his pads began to get covered with the brown goo.

His left eye being nothing but a pure blood red, having no iris or pupil, it was just a small ball of red. His right eye being a different story. It was an emerald green color. His chest and belly being a pure white as his ears were matched with mocha, black and white. His tail having the somewhat same pattern.

A smell of a fae caught his attention, causing his nostrils to flare. A small "hmm" coming from his vocals as the smell of the femme appeared to somewhat intoxicate him. Within a couple minutes, the female came into view.