And time suddenly went backwards

Curled lips would set forth a foul noise of grimace through this island. Upon months and moon he of tracking for what he desired there finally came an opening where it was possible. His shoulders rolled backwards cracking along with nearly every inch of his spine as he approached his prey with every sense of confidence and dignity that he had. Stories were told of this beast, of his total conquest for bloodlust. Well perhaps not these new lands but the old northern continent was sure to have him packing before he picked off their young. Which only made it more e citing for him all together. Once Vahva was in sight, her fate was sealed automatically. Constantly beaten into her head, this was how the world worked.

He would tremble sizing himself up as he stood out on the sand in front of her. Brilliant brown and white pelt glimmering with his smirk of satisfaction. Opening his maw to speak tones she would not ignore. "Poor dove what have you been up to? Missing the life of a glorified bitch" he snickered. Now the games begin.