Convince Me

Paws drummed the ground hard and fast. His speed unmatched, not even by the prey he was chasing. The wine-clad male swerved and turned, dodging the leafless shrubs and random holes that seemed to pop up out of nowhere. His breathing was even, given that he was chasing something he knew was struggling with every intake of breath. A smirk broadened his daggers, eyes narrowing as he whipped past the creature, halting and as he did so, turning on a dime. Jaws open and salivating, he lunged forth as the creature attempted to change course, but it had been too slow. The snow hare was his.

"Well that was kinda boring...I need some excitement." He'd say in a bored tone. The hare had been slow for his standards, probably because the snow had been too deep, or slippery, or maybe it was old. He stared down at the bloodied creature between his paws, blood pouring from its nose and mouth. He scoffed to himself. "If you had juuust been a little faster...then I might have considered letting you live. Stupid rodent." With a huff, he bent to pick up his kill. And that's when it hit him. Raising his head quite suddenly, Zell sniffed the air. A small grin appearing as he did so. There were others nearby, it seemed. A group of wolves? A pack maybe? Perhaps he was very near the border, and the chasing of the rabbit had distracted him from scenting it before. Now that he was aware, he could scent the borders more clearly.

He wondered what pack it was, and whether or not they would attack for him being so near their borders. Not that he cared, he'd go where he pleased pack lands or not. He was a large brute and had some fighting finesse, they'd have a helluva time trying to bring him down anyway. All the more amusing for him. Picking up his kill then, he'd begin to saunter forth, not into the borders, no. Just near enough to see if he could spot anyone within.