Excitement churns through him, a seething mass of pressure that presses him closer and closer into the space of the Princess. The air fairly reeks of her fear as she glances between him and the tall wolfess. He can see the way Eve snarls down at Wren, her lips twisting into the epitome of condemnation and disgust. His own mimic them although there is a fanatic glint to his eyes that drives him and an even deeper thing that coils and urges him to bite, bite, bite!

Ever she coils inward, her tail slinking between her legs, and it bolsters him. The air between them is charged with the panting breath that they share even as he gnashes his teeth and flashes his eyes, that puppy growl sounding deeper in his chest. It was a cross between a snarl and a purr, delighted in the torment of Wren. Something about it intoxicated him and when she strikes out as well, snapping, even as Eve follows suit, Blackthorne rushes in. He evades her snap with less than expert ease before trying to bowl her over, biting at her face before recoiling and dancing around her.

He pays Eve little mind, his body slinking like that of a cougar, behind Wren and beneath the tall legs of the wolfess, then out the other side again. He is half feral with the furor that has consumed him, hearing Wren talk back. "Yes, the Princess shall be eaten," he agrees with a hiss to his voice, never once glancing at Eve, yet there is a solidarity between them. He licks his lips, feeling a wicked sensation and satisfaction rolling over him. To be in such a dominant situation, to hear the girl cry, it is like a drug to him. Burning and searing and consuming.

Eve's paw smacks down and his eyes snap to her before he grins, a mouth filled with puppy teeth at Wren. "I'd like a chase," he says, not sure where such words seem to stem from, but after saying them he finds he agrees. His body fairly twitches with energy, the need to chase after her, and he vibrates in one spot, swaying forward with avid interest. "Run to your den before I catch you and pluck out your eyes!" How gleeful his words sound, how maniacal, but he really would like to have her eyes.

Maybe just one?