Jumping happily on the mountain road, Fanglil enjoyed those cold snowflakes landing softly onto his black fur.
He really needed to stay in wolf shape that morning, he didn't know why, but he could feel his werewolf's blood pulsing in his veins from desire.
Luckily for him, it was highly unlikely to meet someone up there during such a cold and heavy snowfall.
He really needed to stay alone, the full moon was coming in just a couple of days, not the best moment for anyone to meet a werewolf.
That was, at the end, the reason why Fanglil decided to travel through the Kilanthro mountains, he was aware that hardly anyone travelled there during the winter season.
The trees were starting to thin out, probably he could have reached the other side of the mountain before the day was over, if only he had wanted.
But he wasn't in a rush, it was just one of his aimless journey, so he kept on walking between the trees, letting his paws decide where to go.
Then, his good luck gave him a well desired present.
Even if the sun had risen almost an hour before, a small deer was still wandering in the forest, probably, he was going back to his nest.
Fanglil slowly sank into the snow, never losing sight of that delicious prey. He wasn't so hungry, he already ate a squirrel half an hour before, but he couldn't waste such a precious gift from his lucky stars.
Fanglil waited patiently, he had to be careful, even if it was a small deer, its horns could easily hurt him badly.
While planning his next move into his mind, however, a noise came from the mountain road near them. Instinctively, Fanglil turned his head toward where he heard the noise, but as soon as he brought back his eyes toward the deer, the animal had already started fleeing.
"Damn it!" he shouted loudly, forgetting he actually was in his wolf's shape.
"Whoever's there, you owe me a deer!".