Rune, The Loyal Hound

The fire crackles, bright and inviting in the dark of the night. The woods are alive with the sounds of small creatures, the buzzing of insects. Or at least it was. Moments ago they had stopped. With only the sound of the crackling fire, the sudden silence that washed over like a wave would put anyone trained to listen on edge, and for good reason. That reason, was Rune.

The massive animal stepped out from the woods. With fur as black as night, only his glowing blue eyes stood out, staring at the figure sitting at the edge's edge. Silent, not a growl nor bark rose from the wolf, even as he stepped close enough to the light for it to begin reflecting off of his fine, well kept coat. A scarlet red collar wrapped snug around his neck, half hidden in his fur, a single silver tag hanging from it. His attention was locked and focused, for better or worse.

The forest was dense. It made running so much harder. Running from someone, regardless of why, would make any heart quicken, but it wasn't just someone to run from. It was Rune. A colossal wolf, black fur blending in with the shadows. He had no issue navigating the trees, weaving around dead fall, huge, quiet paws thumping against the ground. Normally wolves were silent, but something as sturdy as Rune was impossible to muffle entirely. It just made the chase that much more intense. And intensity made Rune more excited.

It would be impossible to run forever under the best conditions, but in the trees Rune seemed to be getting faster, launching himself through the brush towards his prey with unerring focus. The dog was not going to let his target go as the thrill of the hunt stirred the only thing as monstrous as his frame. His sex drive. Lust was almost enough to cloud over his hunting focus, but not enough to stop him from gaining on his unfortunate target like a bullet with a hunger.