So much sound. So much activity. The lurcher couldn't stand it.

Noise in its territory. Shouting. Cutting. Fighting. Didn't matter who or what was causing it. It had to get it out. All of it.

The lurcher groaned as it turned the corner of the hall, three figures visible in the painful, rosy light of the halls. They were causing it. They were the ones. It wanted to rend their bodies limb from limb, if only it would make the noise cease.

With a roar, the lurcher took off charging with hulking limbs outstretched, eyes fixed on the shortest of the figures, the one with golden hair.

[Eryn]