He has lost track of where his brothers went, there was a beast for each beast here, so the young prince threw himself into the fray. Something in his soul told him this was important, that he could...just let loose.
All this rage he's been keeping down, hidden.
His blood red eyes locked onto his prey, and he launched himself, manic cackling coming from his lips as he sank his teeth into the spirit bear wolf thing. He didn't care what it was, he didn't care as he felt his own skin tear, all he cared for was the ripping and the tearing of the Other.
