@Edema Rue
The Redspine crashed its side, bristling with crimson spikes, into the wall of its cage again. The door rattled, then finally fell off. The monster stepped out from the darkness into pure white snow, claws sinking into it as it observed its surroundings. Food.... The Redspine... must... feed...
It caught a scent, and stiffened. Just ahead. Human flesh. It roared and began bounding through the snow, consumed by its hunger. Finally, it saw a small tent in the distance. It rushed over until it was only a few meters away. Then, it spoke, loud enough so that anyone in the tent could hear.
"THE REDSPINE. MUST. FEED."
Years of breeding whitespines and larkins had finally resulted in the pinnacle of predators. The body of a monster, the mind of a primitive man. Now, the Redspine would at last have its first hunt.
@Spark of Hope@The Bookwyrm