Rhadamanthys let lose from parted jowls a satisfied snarl. His muzzle was streaked with blood, the remnants of a recent kill. Oh how his belly had yearned for sustenance, and finally got what it so carnivorously craved. He arched his neck forward, and his incisors expertly tore away fur from flesh to expose the taut and life-expanding flesh beneath. He lost control, bloodlust overtaking him-- he had not eaten in what felt like eons. 

Rhada placed a large, black forepaw against the ribcage of the carcass he gorged himself so hastily upon. With a better grip and his thick, dull nails applying so pressure, he jerked his head viciously backwards and tore away another succulent piece. A wry smile crossed his feature soon after, prideful of such a kill. He chewed thoughtfully, his throat rumbling in low, content tones.

Rhadamanthys tossed his head back, gulping down one last juicy morsel-- and went off to look for his mate. No wolf should have to share or horde such a feast without their love. Viam will be pleased. The large, bulky male drew his shoulders back, rolling them, his muscles stark despite being covered in thick fur. An audible pop was heard and he stood, swinging his forelegs forward and he propped himself up on all paws. 

Aware and knowledgeable of his surroundings, he loped toward where he last had seen Chtalviam in confident, large strides. His large forepaws left behind conspicuous prints, and his weight caused him to sink into the snow. But he did not mind, Rhadamanthys was built for this weather. Long limbs to support him, instincts to guide him, fur to warm him in the most ridiculous of weather.

His feet directed him through the darkened copse, the sky sheltered from his icy blue gaze with the canopy of pines overhead. His ear flicked absentmindedly to the side, hearing the call of a crow who had found his kill and seemed ecstatic. But he did not mind, there would be plenty left to feed the both of them; Viam and he, so he did not worry. 

As he traveled he distinguished a different smell from all the others.. one he was not familiar with. Strange and foreign. Then, coming to a realization, a rumble that seemed to start in his very being was heard and bubbled to his throat and and danced precariously on his tongue before exiting his open jaws. Rhada released a snarl so malicious, the crow he seemed to have left behind a bit ago, cowed and flew away in terror. What was the cause? Another pack encroaching upon their lands. 

Rhadamanthys was not pleased. 

His hind legs propelled him more fastidiously now through the darkened wood, aspiring to find his mate faster to tell him the terrible news. He, more temperamental than Rhada would more than likely be enraged. But they must be tactful. Wait, even. Their numbers were small, only a pair. They would need to grow to take on a pack of unknowable size.
 
His nostrils flared in annoyance, and his eyes narrowed as he continued to trek forward to the dens. What he exhaled poured endless from his nostrils; billowing out of his nose and panting breath in columns of malignant steam.