The dune was covered in corpses, all in varying states of dismemberment. They all bore the markings of bandits. On the next dune, there was another man crawling away, leaving a trail of bloody sand in his wake. Given the presence of a smashed up cart, it was clear that the bandits had been transporting something as a caravan, or had perhaps robbed a caravan crossing the dessert. Either way, whatever had struck them tore whatever it hit to pieces, looking less like an attack by people and more like an attack by a wild animal. A low growl echoed off the sands as something moved in the shadows of the dune. The man bleeding on the sands let out a cry of terror.
Ferron's wolf form bounded back over the dune, biting the man's throat out. He looked up at Darius, fangs bared as he began to circle. "Who are you?"
Ferron's wolf form bounded back over the dune, biting the man's throat out. He looked up at Darius, fangs bared as he began to circle. "Who are you?"
