When he steps outside of the castle, he then changed his form.

  The purple eyed wolf tore through the dead town and reached the outskirts. He used his snout to find the enemies afoot.

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  "Gotcha!" He says wickedly.

  Suddenly, his entertainment for torture came back. He cackled at the thought of his next victims. How will he want to punish them? Hmmm.....that's a hard one, he'll figure it all out once he arrives, uninvited in their tiny party!

  He tilts back his head, and howls with excitement.

  Let the games begin!