He was pleased, so pleased with the flesh he was devouring. Soon he pulled his main prize from the chest, the tender flesh of the once beating heart. Blood covered his slightly white muzzle and poured down what was his white chest turning him crimson as his mostly black form. So engrossed with his kill he didn’t know there had been someone creeping up on him and watching him as he took his main prize. The heart quickly vanished down his throat a couple huge chucks and it was gone. He swallowed and let out a growl of pleasure as that itch in his stomach was settling. He was still hungry though and he would continue to devour until his stomach could take no more.

He moved to take another bite when he heard a snarl. The mostly black male whipped around stained red fangs bared and his own raspy sounding growl erupting from his throat. Like a projectile he was hit suddenly and like the wild monster he was he sent his fangs up madly snapping and snarling at the one who attacked him. Again! It was happening again he was being tackled he was being hurt! He snarled trying to kick out and vainly. He was already tired and apparently the other brute was growing and screaming at him as well. Seir stopped moving, fighting noting filling the air but the rasp of his breath and Dexter’s yelling. He never knew language well, his shadow of a father didn’t speak but a few words and his mother never spoke at all.

His yelling fell on, hypothetically deaf ears and already the large male’s body was rising and falling rasping as he had trouble catching his breath. He knew the male was angry though he could tell that, likely like the others who didn’t want him to eat. He was pinned to the floor but he was not going to go down without trying to kill the male on top of him first. He stopped struggling for a moment after Dexter had finished yelling, feral jade eyes staring into Dexter’s own before unblinkingly lurching forward to grab the muzzle in his own face.

There was no mercy behind the bite. He would take hold and shake it, tear it do whatever he had to do to remove the thick male from being over him. He was not in a good position and he was tired and his lungs burned causing him to already be short of breath. There wasn’t much time and he had to escape or at least fend off this angry wolf from his meal.