Shrieks of agony rained throughout the forest as a thunderbird died on impact by the Fenrir. It's body crashing into the ground as Fel's jaws gripped it's neck, colored blood seeking through it's multiple wounds and broken appendages. A job well done for the mythical creature known as Fel.

"Weak..." Fel spoke as he tore off a chunk of the thunderbirds flesh, savoring the massive birds bloody tissue with glee. Another meal after a hard days works in the forest, hunting and sleeping on and off to fulfill his never-ending hunger for meat and all the sorts.

"Another meal in such a short time? I must be lucky today."