I was well on my way to a decent meal, to tasting blood and life upon my tongue, to take away from one unworthy only to strengthen me. I was pleased that my teeth already sunk into the thin skin and thick bone, crunching down with incredible force. I made sure to dash my body to the inner side of the creature as it attempts to ram its head towards me. I even managed a half-laugh at such a pathetic attempt, my mouth full of my future meal so it doesn't come out as glorious as it perhaps should have.

Yet of course right as I do laugh, I see a streak of white in the corner of my eye. I do not know who it is immediately, but my dark fur does stand on edge. I do know not to ignore this intruder, but I also cannot ignore my angered prey. I snarl a warning, my orange eyes focusing in on the one who now attacks the other limb.

The scent comes to my nose, and my eyes are naturally trained to easily recognize those I have met before. It is that damn Glorall wolf. What the hell does he want? The creature swings its head back towards me as I narrowly escape touch, forcefully pulling back on the limb. I cannot allow him to get away with this, and yet there isn't much that I can really do at the moment...or is there?

I narrow my eyes, my large yet naturally graceful form moving with frightening speed as I release the now extra damaged limb from my grasp. I pull back, my jaws reaching out to snap at his own hind legs before I race around him. I feel the cold wetness of water upon my fur, but that does not stop an assassin as skilled as I. I run around the male, until I am on the other side of the buck. With the speed of an angry viper I then lash out, my jaws latching onto the neck of the deer.

My teeth sink in, and I feel blood running around my muzzle. I know I had landed on the most vital of spots, where blood will flow freely and death is certainly imminent for this creature. I shake my head to increase the tear, my orange and blue eyes flashing towards the male that dare interrupt my hunt. My look is touched with threat, a subtle sign of the damage my dark jaws can have upon his pretty white neck. I can feel the fight of the creature, a frontal kick to my shoulder but it is nothing as I pull back more, tearing skin and meat, feeling the fight and life drain as the sound of a gentle waterfall echoes in the background. It has been a long time since I have killed with another, and there is a certain aspect of...thrill with it, yet, is this Glorall boy worth any of it?