Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26108027-20181113225705/@comment-26108027-20181207044611

It's a Direwolf, large but weak. They usually hunt in packs 30 strong, but this one is alone. Its ribs are showing through its black fur, its breath rattling and wheezing with every strained pant. The fire of battle has long since left its eyes, but the prospect of a good meal seems to have rekindled its spark.

The wolf glances uneasily around, ears twitching as it looks for an opening to escape. The cow clasped safely in its jaws is still shaking, a good sign that it's alive.