It appears this boy is more attuned to the subtle motions of my face. He may be young, but it takes a keen brain to understand he intentions and demands of others with only a mere look. I am pleased though with the results. The boy seems to understand the flash in my eyes, and he is given to react. The young as so malleable in the mind, and perhaps he I am teaching him in these moments. I am teaching him to be interested in the world we cannot see directly. To rip it apart and take it. To steal the knowledge with your very own teeth. That is what this is. It is all to learn, to know, to understand.

My snarl ripples and the female bites deeper into my shoulder. It is a bite of desperation. A fight for life. I feel it within me in this very moment as my own blood pumps and oozes out of my body, staining a small part of my flawless white fur. I feel her bite like I feel my own heart beat. It is like one of me, and I need to cleanse her of her fear. I need to rid her of herself, and this boy was just a tool, a means to an end.

He makes his move, taking to my command as he comes to rip her delicate flesh by her eye. I feel her rip away from me. I feel it like losing a limb. I feel so empty in this moment as the pain of her pressure subsides. She moves in desperation to attach the boy, but we are like one as my own visage moves with her. I am swift in my dance with her, jaws parted as she fails to grasp the boy. He is quick to sink his teeth into her scruff, and I am quick to grab her muzzle. My back teeth are positioned right at the nose, the soft and tender flesh of the nose. They are also by the bones of her fangs and teeth. My hackles raise like grand white pinnacles to the sky. In silence I begin to push together my jaws with her nose between my jaws. I feel I must take from her, take her nose and her sense of smell. Fill it with blood and despair.

It is an intense moment. My muscles are tightened. My jaws clench harder and harder. I feel them go in flesh, I feel them going in more and more as I feel the resistance of bones. I hear her desperate high-pitched yelps, cries for help but the boy has her immobilized and she is unable to adjust her head to move out of my jaws. I taste blood upon my tongue. It only drives me further, harder than before as I feel bone give way and crack. I give her muzzle a shake as my clenched jaws move away, ripping part of her nose off as it then slides down my throat.

My eyes flash towards the boy. They are wide and dilated with excitement. I stare at him as the girl breaths heavily, making random jerky attempts to free herself. Blood covers my muzzle, and I lick it off gently. I now wait for the boy to react, to move. He must show me how far he is willing to go, what else he is willing to do- or perhaps, he is just a desperate boy himself, wishing so hard to fit in, to deal with death and life, but perhaps he can't handle going so deep. It takes one kind of wolf to hold someone down, and another to rip them apart piece by piece.