Blue Death stalked quietly through the tall grass, his eyes and nose set on a small family of deer. It was calving season, and while it may have seemed reprehensible, his team was after the calf. They were well enough off on food that they could afford the energy to catch a delicacy or two. He spared a moment to pat himself on the back, proud of his achievements. He was one of the first lead hunters, dragging himself back up from dishonor after getting into a spat with his last pack. It was their loss, really.
He spared his past not a second thought as he gestured to his hunters to swarm forth, and swarm they did. They burst from the undergrowth like bats out of hell, snarling and salivating. Cries rent the air as fangs found throat and claws found fur. Truly, these were the moments worth living for.
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It wasn't sure if Blue Death would make it in with the Bugs, but despite his snide, selfish nature, he made his way just fine. Dermestid vouched for him plenty, and none in the pack would dare disrespect their authority... but they certainly questioned it. He was mean, protective of what he thought was his, and not afraid of anyone. Except for one.
Blue Ghost whipped him into shape, meeting his snarling challenge with an impassive, cool glare. They had a whirlwind rivalry... and a whirlwind romance. There is a weak point in his heart in the shape of a huge wolf, and he protected her jealously.
Hunter 
Hunter