drippin' blue blood from my wrist

The muscles along the beast’s jaw pulsated as he clenched it, sweeping a stony gaze across what lay before him. Lush plains – but the reserved sort, in that the golden blades made it all look a bit dead, but he knew that the whole area was very much alive. The grass was thick and seemed to breathe as a breeze rolled through. No doubt, a plethora of creatures hid amongst the brittle sea. Here and there, too far to keep each other company, crooked, dark trees bore the burden of the sun on bent backs. It gave one’s gaze a way to wander up to the sky. It looked a bit dull for the mid-afternoon, but that was understandable. The summer was winding down, with overenthusiastic heatwaves and wild burning colors giving way to cooler, more distant weather and grimy skies. The temperature was pleasant right now, neither too cold nor too warm, and the gray sky was something the gray brute could enjoy.

He exhaled softly through his nose; had it been colder, he might’ve been likened to a bull, expelling smoky breath from flaring nostrils. Blinking and glancing away from the horizon, the wolf proceeded forward, his broad shoulders rippling with muscle. He slithered through the grasses towards a nearby tree, which he would casually drag his right side across for the mere sensation. Beneath a mildly furrowed brow, he continued to scan around. It wasn’t particularly interesting. He was bored, and faintly yearned for something to happen, but it was rather difficult to entertain oneself when they had a general aversion to society.