Whitewater Gorge The Old Tale-Teller

The sharo crack made his ears perked up and a hungry,crazed look came into his eyes. Something sick and twisted rose up within him and as he watched the male panic it only brought him pleasure. The howl of pain caused him to suck in a breath and he grinned, lifting a paw to avoid the snap of Chaska's jaws. Wanting to taste blood he waited until the elder's neck extended out in a snap again and he lunged, wrapping his jaws around Chaska's throat and biting down hard. Apparently it was too hard because instead of the trickle of blood he wanted there was a massive spray into his mouth. Releasing the male abruptly he backed away and watched as blood slowly but thickly began to seep from his neck. Despite this being unintentional Nikan wasn't disappointed in his first kill, he watched with satisfaction his tail curling up over his back in an erect fashion as he bared his fangs down at the brute. "Why don't you crawl to the edge and enjoy the view?" He spat, moving forward and headbutting harshly against his side "go on. It's what you wanted right?"