The rain, though light, had been never ending. His coat was drenched and matted down to his skin, making it seem almost black. The soft ground under him molded to his paws with every step. The pink light of the evening spread warmth through his body, but it soon would be gone. These were the times he preferred to travel. His coat blended well with darkness, giving him the advantage over meal prospects. This time it had been the promising aroma of prey pulling him forward. Aside from that, he was still a loner, without purpose in this world. Simply just there to fill up the space, traveling endlessly. He liked that life though. He chose it above all else, and didn't enjoy holding ties to any one place. Though these lands had proved themselves abundant in food, and with that came the ever present smell of wolves. Usually he strayed away from the scent, trying to keep to himself. That was likely the reason he hadn't met too many wolves in his time moving across the lore.
Asterion could hear movement ahead of him. He assumed it was prey, as his nose told him, but there was another scent in the meadow. His instincts told him to stick to the tree line, and so he did. His dark coat weaved through the trees, waiting to walk out in the open. There was a pack in the area and this was likely their hunting grounds. He would rather not run into a pack, only to be run off. He would scope out the area, and hopefully catch a glimpse of the wolf roaming out there. It was only when he caught sight of a red pelt that he stepped out. Instincts driving him toward the fox, too busy digging to notice him. She was a rather small vixen, likely digging out an old abandoned den. His blue eyes focused on her, while his muzzle crumpled into a snarl. With teeth barred at the fox, he flew in her direction. His paws turned up the ground, as his nose worked overtime. The femme had caught on to him, and ran opposite the tree line. The chase that ensued didn't last long. He was too close when she even realized he was there, and so he remained just a step behind her. Using the rest of his energy to pounce on top of her, his jaws clamped around her back. The pair toppled over, but he kept his hold. She let out an ear piercing scream, and with another snap toward her neck he felt the bones crunch under him. She was gone, and he had a meal.
Knowing that any wolves in the area could have heard that scream, he began working to pull the carcass into the treeline. The scent of blood was filling his nose and distracting him from any scents around him. He refused to lose this catch, so he picked up the light vixen and tried padding toward the trees as fast as possible while holding the little thing.