He had roved through the forests, and across the Tundra. He made the plan, he devised exactly where the other sabers would begin their onslaughts, just as he knew where he intended to go. He thought not of it at all now,. He was on his way and he was ready to hunt. his belly was still hot and full from the initialy gorging they had all participated in at The Gate. He breathed heavily, and trotted slowly across the snow, daring any who crossed his path to face their fate.

*the wind carried the not too distant smell of deer, younglings,.*

"Hurrhuurrhurrhurrrrrrrrrrr it is time to begin."