Scars Across My Face [Evelette]

Since his arrival in Alacritis, he had discovered that the lands were lush and rich. Prey was plentiful and large, it was obvious that the wolves here were well-fed. A hunt hadn?t been in his plans for the day, neither had he planned to meet the lovely she-wolf beside him. He had actually been on his way to the pack-lands of Valhalla, a pack rumored to be large and civil. However, he was not so impolite as to turn down pleasant company, and a decent meal before seeking entrance into Valhalla.

Her words brought a smile to his lips, and he let out a chuckle at her compliment. Sparing the lady a wink as he turned to look at her again, he spoke. ?Aye, my lady. I definitely am not lacking in strength for war. I have been involved in fighting wars since I was a yearling.?

Away from the lady, his thoughts focused on the buck before them and he launched himself forward with a sense of fluid grace. Long strides propelled him towards him, letting out a snarl to push the buck forward. The buck sprang forward, veering slightly from the path he had intended the buck to take. He wasn?t overly worried, he assumed Evelette would be competent enough to compensate for the path change. He launched himself forward, propelling himself upward latching his jaws into the bucks hindquarter of the buck.

The buck bucked and kicked up, dislodging him from its leg, and he fell to the ground with a heavy thump. He laid there dazed for a second, before pushing himself back to his feet and launching at it again, snapping at its leg to hopefully break the tendon or bone to render its abilities. Hanging on to it, he waited for Eve to launch the killing blow, and hoped she?d land it soon.