A brute crouched among the dark shadows of some over grown bushes. His raven black pelt allowing him to blend into the shadows, but made him stick out more then he would like to when the sun or moonlight fell on him. Large bat like wings folded flat against his back and ribs as he sat. A single blood red optic watched the few wolves with hardly any interest. This wolf had only one eye, but was still worthy for fighting and hunting. A large gash ran across his chest and stopped at the beginning of his left shoulder. It was a fresh cut and bled quite a bit. He had received it when he was out hunting, he was running from hunters and ran smack dab into a sharp bit of branch. He studied each wolf in turn before stepping forward from the dark shadows. Sharp, blood stained talons sank in to the earth with constant pain as he padded towards a nearby stream; leaving score marks where ever his paws landed. His bloodstained jaws and mouth dry from dehydration drip small droplets of saliva and fresh blood. He didn't trust any of them, or any other wolf for that matter, save the one who had befriended him, Satan himself. The beast like wolf watches with hunger and sorrow as he slowly and cautiously moves closer. Showing no fear at all. This wolf was evil, a demon, The Devils pet you might say.