you're already the voice inside my head

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Rowling hunger gnawed at the beast's stomach, pawing at him like a child that demanded to be fed. Where his stomach arched up in his large frame was a slightly thinner waistline than what had been formerly seen on other wolves, and his ribs poked out angrily beneath his front torso. It had been some time since he had eaten in his journey to this land, and his strength, though he didn't want to admit to himself, was beginning to drain from his body with the lack of nutrition. Small squirrels and rabbits scampered about him and taunted his sea green eyes, their pupils latching onto the vision of his next meal with fervor and lust. But alas, it seemed that all these little rodents were just out of his reach.



Much everything seemed out of reach lately. His paws began to pick up speed and chase after one squirrel or the other, but each one ran straight up the trees or back into a knot in the side of a trunk. His food was escaping him, his targets were beginning to escape him, and sooner or later his thoughts would begin escaping him. While he was thinking of this, however, he chased and ran about in almost a silly fashion, trying to snag something of at least small substance. Before he knew it, there was a small brown squirrel wriggling for the last remains of its life between his paw nails, their sharp points skewering it and draining it of those last few moments before too long. Something to eat, finally.



His teeth had just begun to sink into its little body before he realized it was all gone. His stomach rumbled at him as if annoyed that he had begun to tease it with the taste of meat and blood, only to discard an empty carcass moments later. Tempest snarled angrily, tossing the bones to the side and continuing on down the road towards wherever he was headed, taking chunks out of trees as he strode on with his teeth or claws, whichever felt the need to take his anger out on the world around him at whichever given time.