Bloody marched his paws through the wet, muddy ground. His head was low and eyes closed as he was deep, deep in thought. His nightmares wouldn't stop. They had been badgering him for the last few months, but recently seemed to be getting worse. He could feel a vein in his head pulsating from the immense anger growing in his stomach. The anger helped hide his thoughts of hunger, but that didn't stop saliva from gathering and dripping through his open mouth. "I just need to forget...," he whispered to himself, "I just...want to forget...". He bared his teeth and growled. 

Bloody was a big wolf, or at least appeared big due to his large mane, fluffy tail, large paws, and muscled body. His beautiful white coat had patches of red here and there. He hated the marks. He hated them so much, but the blood would not rinse out of his fur. Hence, the nickname he had come to known as his own name, Bloody. 

His ear twitched at the sound of something screeching. He lazily opened an eye in that direction. He had been so into his thoughts that he hadn't been paying attention to his surroundings. Had there always been sounds? Or had the forest been quiet beside the sounds of rain? He shook his fur coat and kept walking. Now that he was thinking a little more clearly, he decided now was a good time to start looking for food.