Silvertip Mountain Energy is the gift of youth

The grey wolf liked the idea of Alastor moving onto the side. If the rabbit managed to dodge, it would do so right into his jaws. So either way, the rabbit was going to end up as a feast for them.

He began to inch forward towards the creature, rolling his fore-shoulders and crouched low to the ground. He bent his legs, readying himself to spring forward. And with one swift movement, he pounced forward...and let his jaws snap onto it's back, drawing blood. With another chomp onto it's neck, there was a crunch, and then it's movement ceased to happen. He lifted his eyes to the other with him, licking his lips.

"Come on and have some" he invited before ripping into on of the rabbit's rear legs, and began eating it. There was the irony taste of it's blood from it's leg, the texture of it's fur touching bits of his tongue. For some reason, it tickled. But he kept it in himself, and ignored the sensation.