Eran Quoan O.
Eran enjoyed the cold. He often goes to the Tundra and just relaxed there and stayed. It was like his second home..., not like he had a home to begin with.
"Elala!", he shouted, spotted a small red fox coming into his direction. He was already familiar with her. It was a young fox from a young family who was living under a big root of a tree. It was nice inside, that's for sure. He was really happy for Elala to have such a nice family. He patted Elala's head gently and smiled. A glimpse of sadness was shown in his eyes, but he hold his own feelings back. He didn't wanted Elala to sense it. He wanted that fox girl to be happy meeting him.
And she was kind of happy, well, she seem to enjoy him patting her head, then suddenly bite into his clothes and scretched it. She wanted him to come along. "Wait... I can't right now. I play in another time with you, okay?" He was a bit in a hurry to see the landscape from a tree and wanted to relax a bit. The little fox understood and went back to her parents home. Eran waved as a goodbye. He envied her having a family.
Then he stood up, made the snow fall from his clothes and went for a big tree. It was his second home also known as his most time hanging place. As he wanted to climb the tree up, the silence of the tundra was interrupted by a scream. Wondered, from where it came from, Eran climbed up quickly and watched the scene very shocked:
He saw a boy. He held his head in his hands, but his muscles tensed and his veins showed. He jerked up from his position, his eyes completely golden. Then he spotted a child. When the child reached him, she met a pair of vicious smiling fangs and red eyes. He killed him.
Erans hands shaked full of fear. He wasn't used to see so much blood. He was terrified, how a boy could shape- shift to such a terrifying creature. He was really mad at himself not being able to do anything against him killing that child. He felt very useless.
"You..! Why did you do that to a mere child...?" Without thinking straightly, he yelled at that creature- boy, but he didn't ran away. He just stood there on the tree and waited for him to answer.