Takus

The midnight wolf smells keenly the cold taste of broken glass and twisted metal. R and 3rd street have seen an uptick in car accidents the past few weeks. The dominos had started falling after a particularly bad three car accident a few weeks back, reports stated one of the drivers was still in a coma, now it seemed there was at least a fender bender in the intersection daily. Bleeds Well searches the hisil for the cause of the sudden surge.

Sensory data flooded Bleeds Well's mind with the senses of the wolf as he stalks his prey. He pauses to crouch near a popular tree in Crocker Park. The trees physical body, so well maintained by the city of Sacramento, grows more wild this side of the gauntlet, but is no less lush and healthy. The tree bends with a slight rustle, its shadow swallowing the werewolf, aiding him in his hunt. That's the power of respect of harmony. The Pack minds well its territory and the territory minds the pack.

From his vantage Bleeds Well spots the spirit, it's ranged all the way north to N street and is harassing the passing cars, trying to coax more of it's preferred essence into existence. The warrior watches, observes, and discerns; not worth rousing the pack over.

The midnight wolf creeps closer, low to the ground, sticking to shadow. The distracted Spirit, so young, so focused on finding its next meal fails to notice as Bleeds Well creeps closer. It happens faster than a thought. The small wolf explodes into action and growth, and spirit finds itself the giant jaws of a rageful Gauru. It puts up a pitiful fight, but it's already too late, it might as well be in the death grip of Fenris for all the good it does.

Ne

The death is quick. Bleeds Well gently releases the dissipating corpse, offering prayer to the spirit.

<In your next life, know this is the land of Clarion's Call. Harmony and balance. All must eat, but gluttony will be dealt with.>

The midnight wolf watches the final motes disappear then turns and lopes away.