She watches as the arterial spray coats his muzzle, watches the creature crumple and fold beneath the power of his strike. It's over and done with by the time she catches up, and as much as she wants to rip into that flesh, something makes her hold back.
It's not her kill.
The hunger twists inside her and she howls her frustration at the sky.
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Date: 2009-06-01 09:36 pm (UTC)It's not her kill.
The hunger twists inside her and she howls her frustration at the sky.