It was the best meal he had had in so long, and he didn’t care that he wasn’t being clean about it. His fangs tore and ripped what he could as fast as he could turning the white of his chest a sheer bloody crimson. The monster could care less who found him now, he was full, he was healthy and he felt good. When the white female approached the black and ticked red and white male didn’t stop engorging what he could. It wasn’t until she was right upon him that his jade and golden eyes peeled upwards in their feral fashion and his own fur rippled and raised along his form.

The word was lost, but the sound of her snarl was not and she snapps towards him. His own lips pull back revealing the bloody fangs saliva and blood alike dripping from his maw. He was not scared of her, she was so small and fragile so like the wolf who flesh he now devoured. A low rumble started in his chest and he, instead of backing down stepped towards the smaller girl. He felt well, healthy, even the normal rasp to his breath was lost for the time being. The growl echoed from his maw reverberated in an eerie fashion from the walls around them. She snapped he pulled his head away and gave his own warning snap in return aiming to drive the white female away from his kill while attempting to step over it. This was his kill. He made it and he would not share with those who did not work for its flesh.

It was then though a second came, a second larger and of a similar scent. His feriocity didn’t falter the growl still coming from within his being and fangs still bared. They were of the same home, he knew smell of pack wolves he knew they were stronger more vile and were bad when together. He worked so hard for this meal though, but he had had his fill. His eyes flick up to the larger female a she moves closer. His lean muscles coiled as she moved to stand near the other. His secret was in his strength, only hidden by his more slender beautiful figure. His handsome face though was currently ugly and marred by the blood of the Diveen fem and it was not improved as the female made movements to show her dominance over him.

No.

His growling intensified she made no move to touch him but his own tail flared up behind him in dominance his ruff all standing on end and his head low and defensive over his kill. His gaze flicked between the white fem and the larger fem who stood dominant before him. She was familiar but her scent was similar of someone who had hurt him before and he does not forget. They had one more chance to get away from him, or there would be hell to pay.