Take a BITE of my heart

It was time to see what these lesser beings had in store for him.

He had heard about this place, this Battlefield that all the wolves of this land came to to tear into each other. It was rather interesting to him, and while his first intention was to come and watch a few of them, he found that he was rather jealous of the lack of blood around him. It was his turn for a little taste test. So the large beast made his way to a space away from others, two-toned gaze looking around for anyone worthy enough to fight him. He wouldn't mind cutting down some of the worms that came towards him, but he was seeking a challenge. He needed to see what the wolves of this damned land had to offer, and so far it was nothing that interested him. Him and his sister were a cut above the rest, and he doubted that he would find anyone who made it even close to being at their level. No, that was pretty near impossible. And yet... there was still a part of him that hoped for that spark of interest, that one wolf that was above these other foul creatures. Ambrose needed some blood shed, and he wanted prey that fought back.

"Burn Baby Burn"