Vicious

The large gray wolf trotted into the lands. Shiftless yellow eye stared fixed upon the barn of cows. If they cows weren't out, he would go in with them. Even if it ment being caught, or seen. The more deaths the better to him. Though it was dark out, so he doubted any humans would see him at this time.

Large gray pads sunk into the lush grass as he slithered to the barn. Ears were firmly back, but enough up to listen for what he could not see. White fangs revealed with a hungry saliva film lathering them. His tungue tucked neatly in his closed jaw.

Pate stayed low while he made his way up. Tail stayed straight down, not wanting others to see his banner as a flag for up-comming food. Slowly he made his way to the fence and peered inside. Waiting to see the movement of cows.

The hunger he felt was not the hunger of a normal animal. But the hunger for blood. A Blood Lust, if you will. He wasn't here just to kill one or two cows to fill his stomach. He was here to kill most of the herd, to fill his need to get back to the humans for all they have done to wolves.

*Cattle*

The herd was already panicked due to an attack in progress. The shifty-eyed cattle stood close and nervously in the dark, throwing out their large ears to pick up any dangerous noises. They soon picked up on Viscious and the group of cattle closest to the fence turned towards the wolf. They snorted and flagged their tails in warning.

Vicious

The grey wolf stayed put, He would easily stand up to their bellies. His single eye searched around for a weakling on the outskirts of the huddle. He didn't growl that loud, and kept his head low. His ears flicked around for any aproaching attack. He waited for an opening or a calf. Maybe something weak that is late getting to the group.

*Cattle*

With them all standing more or less motionless, it was hard to tell if any had any weakness. Three young calves were huddled in the center of the group, but they were heavily protected by the bunched group of adults.

Vicious

The male glared and at the group then began a steady trot around the cows. Trying to find an old weak cow. Or maybe one that was sick. "C'mon, there is always a weak point, and when one falls. The rest shall follow" He continued around them. Waiting for an old weakling.