Hircine roared again, louder, more violently, and this time out of pure rage. His hunt was going along with no luck. He had to hunt and to find and to kill. And he would.
"Alright...perhaps my roar was more useful than I thought...perhaps it would send them scuttling around..."
"Alright...perhaps my roar was more useful than I thought...perhaps it would send them scuttling around..."