Valjean24601
One Thousand Club
His breath billowed out of his nostrils and slightly gaping jaws in fogs of white as the night approached and the temperture dropped. The scent was crisper, sharper now in the cool clean air, yet it stung his nostrils and had him wrinkle his nose in distaste.
"A human village." He spat and snarled before his massive paw came to rest on a pile of rubble, a baby cradle destroyed.
"A human village." He spat and snarled before his massive paw came to rest on a pile of rubble, a baby cradle destroyed.