I was not going to let the boy do nothing. I would give him commands with the glitter of my eye, and if he cowered or anything of the sort, he would meet my curious fangs just as the young girl had. My tail flicks behind me, watching the younger boy intently before my pupils focuses on the girl who struggles before us. She is my subject, my own little test of mind and body. I desire to look inside, to see what makes wolves tick. It is the same insides, and yet so different every time.

He does not hesitate though. He is young, this boy before me. Young and yet he learns. I grit my teeth slightly, the scent of blood in my nose and yet, something else tickles my nares. It is his scent, finally coming into focus inside of me. My eyes are narrow, furrowed as I analyze the scent that lingers inside of me. The boy makes his move now, but I know that I seem distracted. The boy is going in to work on the female, who decides to attack the younger and weaker. I am full grown, packed with hardened muscle. She is wise not to attack me if she had a weaker target that she may actually be able to take on. And yet the scent of the boy has caught my attention.

As the boy does his own attack, an attack that would bring him pain, I still contemplate what it is about his scent that is driving my focus away. I focus on nothing with my eyes, yet I see the actions of the boy in the corner. I turn slowly to focus on them, watching as he bleeds, as he goes for an attack that causes my fur to stand on edge. As I look upon him, ripping the tongue right out of the girl, I see something within him. I see something familiar. Blood pours form the girl, her tongue in the mouth of the boy. The image sticks to me like swamp ooze. The girl is suddenly of no interest to me, as she attempts to now run for her life. It is the boy who is the real interest now.

I watch as he swallows the tongue, as she attempts to escape. She will die on her own, this is certain, and perhaps I will examine her body later when it eventually falls in the woods, but for now I step towards the young boy. I keep my eyes focused upon him. I lean in the sniff him once more, my ears pricking as Taviora floods my nose. He smells like her.

"Unde venistis?" I ask with my deep rumbling voice, flicking my ear in irritation as I remember that the Taviora kind do not speak the language. My lips raise slightly, exposing bloodied fangs as I gather the right dirty words that he may be able to understand.

"Take me- there" I demand, his muzzle coming in sudden to the boy's shoulder. It is a simple, yet rough nudge. No fangs, no harm, but enough to get his point across. Surely the boy knew I could snap his neck at any moment. I am a beast of a creature, the pure white son of Ava. I wait for his movements, and tense my muscles if he shows fear or refuses. He had done an impressive attack though, and had the mind to kill. I do not wish to rip him apart in this moment, he will be useful to find her- I just know it, and he will be useful in the future, to kill with a partner is such a thrilling experience.