A great chill ran through the trees in the great forest as a figure wearing a cloak with a dark miasma swirling about him walks slowly for a few short steps as he draws a sword from a sheath hidden underneath the clock. The figure jumped into the trees a the tip of the sword came from the sheath and a bloody mangled wolf falls down to the ground as the figure lands silently on the ground.
The wind rustles the figures long black mane as he rips the cloak from himself revealing a suit of crimson armor lined with white fur, and a pair of black wings. The figures black wings crackled as they moved lightly when the figure narrowed his black and red eyes, looking at the wolf that lay bloody and mangled before him.
“This will do,” The figure says in a demonic voice as it picks the dead wolf up from the ground by the neck and using his claws to rip into it's flesh and tear it's heart out.
The figure then laid the wolf back down on the ground, and drew a circle around it with it's own blood. A hole appears in the ground and the figure removes something from the hole and quickly covers it before diapering in a burst of speed.
A small ferret like creature that had watched the whole thing in a horrified state realizes that the wolf had a strange marking that looked like two white rings on it's tail. Then knew exactly what that wolf was, that was his only friend.
“How could you do something so heartless?!” The ferret like creature said as it busted out of the bushes. “She was my only friend! I'LL KILL YOU!”
Feelings of rage, and hate cloud the creatures mind as it's eyes being to glow yellow and it begins to grow in height and size. It's claws grow out into deadly lengths and it's canine teeth extend out of it's mouth. The newly transformed creature resembled nothing of the ferret that it looked like moments ago as it charged off on all fours towards the demon that killed his only friend.