Bramblepoint five nights at freddy's

The girl remained occupied, but Ithrik felt this put him at an advantage. She was traveling in a direct path, and the piebald wolf assumed that it would be the pack that was nearby. He could smell the markings on their territory from even that distance; it allowed him to believe that they had a good number beyond their borders. If he drew too close to their edges, if he attempted to attack one of their own so close to her own home, it would mean he would be hunted. Still, she was so perfectly petite. He knew that she would taste scrumptious.

Ithrik began to move toward her; his legs carried him as swiftly as they could, and he aimed to close a great deal of distance as was possible before she would notice him. His eyes were locked to her frame and his lips curled over his teeth. Pressing his tongue against the back of his teeth, he exhaled sharply in a whistle that wheezed from the back of his throat like rattling death.