Blackfeather Woods sad machine

Sorry for the delay! Haha, and no problem, Kara!

Of course, his search for food was short-lived, almost immediately being interrupted by a shadow of a wolf, no larger than himself. Perhaps smaller even. He was not full grown, that was for sure. Reaper came to a halt as he regarded the defensive young wolf, his lips pulled back into a curved grin. He barely registered his words, though he knew he was in the wrong here, and the boy was aggravated by his actions. He simply stared back silently, realising this opportunity. Fresh meat.

The dog lurched a step forward, before slowly taking a few more and breaking into an all-out sprint towards the boy. His heart thudded with excitement and from the sudden exertion. He knew this was a suicide mission should the pack encounter them, but he also knew that it was a chance to relieve the pain of his empty stomach, to satisfy his hunger for meat. He was already salivating.