-- Burn.

The large brute would not stray far from the presence of his siblings, but an odd scent would catch his interest. So strong was the tug that the silver backed wolf would allow his creamy paws to carry him to the source. Thick clouds of smoky mist would drift by him, their entity defiled by the smell. He would follow to find the tar pits. Ebony nose would inspect the odd pools before him, sticky black liquid he wished not to touch. There was the semblance of a path, but the risk of covering himself in such substances. Nothing across the pools would call for him, but as his gaze peered deeper into treacherous territory the swamp would bring forth it's prize.?

A dainty girl, covered in downy white with three black legs. He would take her in observing as her movements seemed interrupted. She didn't seem to be moving right, Scorpion could feel an urge to overtake her. To swallow the weakness she showed him, but as he would observe more closely he would realize her limbs were covered in the tar. Why had she been foolish enough to brave the pits he had to wonder what was so special on the other side. He would also contemplate the strength of her wits, would he have to battle for control? Letting her come to him the yellow eyed wolf would watch her every step, his stare unabashed.?