Royal meal

Rampage had enjoyed spending the last year roaming about the landscape, getting to know himself and his abilities. At the same time he got to learn all manner of natures secrets. Being a loner didn’t give the security one got in a pack but Rampage had never been one to fill a need for protection. Even without a pack, his bloodline marked him as a prince, a standard above those who were not Klein’s.

He was back to his old stomping grounds now, and had just found himself a surprisingly fat rabbit for a snack. Ram lay near the water’s edge, one paw resting on the corpse to keep it in place as he tore a chunk of flesh away. His ears were up and alert, listening for any unwanted visitors interrupting the roaming prince’s meal.

"Rampage Klein"