Corvin took a swipe at the first Cainid he saw, hoping to distract it from his human friends. The beast turned, snarling. Corvin froze in fear. It was Aro, leader of the Wild Pack.
Aro had three visible scars; two on his chest in the shape of an X, and one over his eye. The eye with the scar was milky and the colour was light. Corvin knew he'd been blinded when he'd been slashed. He was large and brown and his back was bleached light brown and white by the desert sun.
"Well, well, well, well," Aro said with a hungry sneer. "Look who we have here. Turven's little brat." Several more Wilds joined him, laughing at Corvin, who was barely half their size.
"What are you doing with the palace pup? Trying to earn your place amongst the mutts?" The Wilds all laughed. Corvin didn't think of what might happen to him. He snarled and leapt at Aro.
Another one of my fake screen shots, this time with the bad guy as the subject of the picture.
Aro and Corvin belong to me.
Art belongs to me.

















