The glowing lad was out for a tryst, blue eyes glaring around like two icy orbs escaped straight from hell. He was a walking terror, a glowing uniquity. He was the only one of his kind in Starfall. He knew it, and he intended to make the most of it while it lasted . . . for once one wolf of one bloodline appeared, more were soon to follow.
Hollow had been in the realm for a while, just lurking. He knew the dragons lived in Drekistone, the vampires in Hawthorne; while the ice Elementals resided in Tarben. Maybe not all of them - but hey, the grand majority of all ice Elementals, he had found, made their home in the icy land of Tarben. The same went for the vampires and Dracarae, each with their respective pack. He salivated just to think about getting his claws on any one of their women. Maybe he would be lucky tonight and score, though he also was aware of the fact that he may not get his wish. These ashy woodlands were haunted, quiet, and quite intimidating to any other wolf. The only source of light, here in the night, was Hollow’s glow.

“So I try to talk refined, for fear that you find out.”