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— could dig into the centre of the bone, allowing him to gorge himself on the soft marrow within. His thick, almost wolf like tail flicked contentedly while his piercing eyes gazed out the mouth of the den, jaws still stained with deep crimson.

— his den and yet it suddenly seemed more like home than it had in the previous months. The loud snap of bone echoed in the waning twilight, and the succulent taste of marrow drizzled over his tongue. With a satisfied grunt, he angled his jaws so that one of his long canines —

— echoing silence of the never ending winter that condemned him, he growled softly with every breath. Absently chewing away on the leg bone that remained from his most recent kill, he idly pondered over memories too distant to fully recall. Tufts of fur scattered the floor of —

#OpenStarter The months stretched on and soon the metallic tang of blood took on a sweeter flavour. It coated his throat the way the stiff ales back at the tavern used too, and the meat that filled his belly was as divine as any sizzling, slow cooked roast. Sitting in the —

"Well, I suppose a Happy Easter is in order!"