With wild abandon!

You feel your desire to kill and rip and slaughter your prey rage inside of you, overpowering reason and caution. You are strong! You are powerful! None can stand before you! You are primal fury mixed with human intelligence and, though you are allowing primal fury to overcome you at the moment, you know that none can stand before such a potent combination. None can stand before you and survive!

This is what you are convinced of as you throw caution to the wind and start running full force towards the scents you had picked up. You don't even have time to register how many individuals you are hunting, what they are or what they are doing, things you could discern if you used all your senses. You don't care about those things as bloodlust drives you onward. It burns inside you, that desire to destroy your master's enemies and glut yourself on their blood and flesh. You care only about that and pay heed to only the drive to hunt down your prey and tear them apart as quickly as possible.

Perhaps if there had been more on your mind or you had paid more heed to your surroundings or your senses instead of letting them be overrun by your desire to kill, you would have noticed the sharp tang of magic before you had stepped upon the mystical mark etched discreetly into the ground beneath your paws. If you had been paying more attention instead of letting bloodlust blind you completely, you would have sensed the magical trap before you were already setting it off. And, if you had been thinking with just a bit more reason than instinct, you would have been able to keep yourself from suddenly being engulfed in eldritch fire, blue flames erupting from the ground beneath you and igniting your fur and flesh in an instant.

You have barely an instant to let out a yowl of pain before you fall to the ground, the magical flames eating away at your body as surely as a hungry predator would devour the flesh of its kill. It devours your flesh, leaving behind only ash as it eats away at you. You hear a rustling of brush nearby, but your eyes have already popped from the heat assaulting you so you cannot see who has arrived.

"Gods above, is that a wolf? Your trap seems overkill for a creature of the forest, sorcerer.", you hear a male voice say with your fading sense of hearing.

"No, this was no mere wolf. My magic would not have been lethal to a mere woodland creature. This thing was riddled with dark magic, whatever it was. Thankfully, it must not have been too astute as my magical defenses made short work of it.", you hear another voice reply, "Come now, let the flames claim it and let us go back to camp. We still have a fortress of evil to plan an assault against, do we not?"

And that is the last thing you hear as the fire has completely engulfed you at this point and pain overcomes your senses. Soon enough, though, even pain disappears as the fire devours your body completely and flickers out on its own, its magical purpose done as it leaves behind only ashes. Ashes that are all that remain of a minion that did not quite measure up to her master's expectations.