Deep in the forest.
The nine-tailed red fox tore through the dense underbrush, his massive paws tearing up the damp, frozen earth. Ren wasn't running toward a specific destination; he was simply running away. Away from the heavy, intoxicating scent of his own claiming, and away from the devastating, world-shattering realization of what he had just done.
Above him, the cold night wind violently fractured.
Zarek didn't need to fully shift to utilize his draconic supremacy. He tracked the vibrant red blur through the dense trees with his piercing gold eyes. With a deafening roar, Zarek folded his massive, leathery wings and plummeted from the sky like a meteor.
He mid-shifted right before impact. Zarek hit the forest floor directly in Ren's path, the sheer kinetic force of his heavy landing shattering the bedrock and sending a massive shockwave of dirt, frost, and splintered wood exploding into the air.
