The large hybrid was intent on attacking a human. Most of his family had been killed by humans, but had great victories. He wanted to get back at them, that would be the greatest victory of all. The intentness only brought anger and no sarrow, no joy.
As he paces around today, he only wonders about his future as his stronge limbs carry him forth as he paces around, waiting. His flaxen embers glaring, hopefully. His tail was lowered to the ground, brushing away the dirt covering the warm pavement.
He sat back on his haunches, and waited for someone.

Seeing nobody, the large hybrid quickly pushed himself off the hard pavement and dashed away, a loud howl heard before his disapearance.