The metallic taste of blood flowed freely down his esophagus as he devoured his kill. The King of Seracia had been hunting on this particular day, and his hunt had resulted in the glorious kill of a large doe. He hadn't expected he'd be able to pull her down, but upon noting a significant limp in one of her back legs his confidence had blossomed. Now that she was securely on the ground and her body grew stiff, the King's joy soared. While it was a pity that the creature had to die, he knew it was not in vain. He would grow strong on her flesh and would not waste a bit of it. Even what he could not eat, his pack members would come along to finish off. It was the circle of life, and this is how it went.
He would rise from the doe's body, having eaten a considerable amount of the flesh from her hip and side. It was difficult to feast on that particular area given the small rib bones that got in the way, but if one knew how to do it they would find themselves tasting the best bits of flesh. A bark echoed from his lips, summoning anyone nearby who might want a meal. He wouldn't linger to see who came, but instead pivoted away from the kill, blood still staining the lighter parts of his muzzle, chest, and paws.
Eyes of amethyst scanned across the croplands, noting a lone figure near the border. Her howl came almost as soon as he saw her, and instantly the King drew up his frame and trotted toward her. An ear flicked back skeptically as he came near in hopes of a good encounter. She smelled strongly of Valhalla, and instantly the King's features softened. "I do hope you'll forgive me for my appearance, I've just come off of a little hunting adventure." A smile spread across his lips. "Now, with that settled, what brings Valhalla to my borders?" His identity would be assumed through his speech, but he would give it if necessary. Tail wavered behind him placidly as he came to a halt just a meter in front of her on his side of the border.
