Markula watched the king hunt a buck from the treetops. The elf's subtle, almost elegant movements seemed impossible. He breathed in, smelling the blood of everything around, the bland blood of a few rabbits and the buck, The sickly sweet smell of the kings elven blood but above all the stench of lycanthrope blood filled the air. Jean Luc had served Him well but Markula hated the smell of him.

[color=red]"Good boy."[/color] Markula grinned as he watched Jean stalk the king [color=red]"Now get him."[/color]

Jean took down the buck. The king ran towards his horse and Jean let out a howl and followed. Jean caught the king just before he reached his horse. Jean roared in the kings face before howling to celebrate his achievement. The kings face locked in a state of terror.

[color=red]"Hello Galenadol. How's the family?"[/color] Markula Smirked.