The night before the duel, a hooded figure could be seen moving around the palace and hiding behind the overweight pillars to avoid being seen by the wolf guards patrolling. His forked tongue restless in-between his fangs as he made his way down a partially dark and lonely corridor.
He stepped outside through an open door. He began to move away from the castle. His now red gaze looking fervently for something he could eat.
Though his master never said anything about hunting for food while protecting his werewolf beloved…his slit shaped eyes darkened at the lonely wolf guard dozing off from where he stood in the dark, completely unaware of his presence.
Nothing tastes better than having an enemy for dinner.
