Alpine Lake Left Behind To The Wolves

The response was everything that he had hoped it would be, and as she snapped at him with the last remnants of her spirit, he sneered at her with rotten yellow fangs. Both of his eyes were trained to her frame, waiting for her to spring forward in an attempt to fight, or away in hopes of fleeing. Without allowing her another chance to respond, Ithrik hunkered his head low to the earth and curled his back in an arch that was more akin to a large feline predator than a wolf. “Your life, then,” he rasped, lunging for her once more. His fangs were aimed carefully for her throat, and he sought to sink them as deep as he could.