Ankyra Sound This is how an angel dies

His head turned quickly, trying to find the source of the voice. A low warning growl left his throat, as he was in no mood to chat. Or talk. In fact, he was angry as hell. Anything would suffer his wrath, and if it were to be this pack mate, so be it. Not soon after the warning, he closed the gap between the two and lunged to the stranger's flesh. He bit down, if it were flesh or air, nonetheless. 

 He was bloodthirsty; for anyone's and everyone's. It was the rush of adrenaline that kept him going, as he was pretty low on food.