Blackfeather Woods sad machine

He felt his teeth connect with the soft fur of the pup's neck, and his bloodlust increased tenfold. Despite his weak state, he closed his jaws around the other's flesh as hard as he could in an attempt to puncture the skin, to get at the warm blood underneath. However, the boy was fast, and had managed to avoid the brunt of his attack, easily slipping from his grip as soon as he was able. Reaper backed up a few paces as his prey did the same, lowering his head as he snarled again. He would not be getting away.

The dog readied himself to lunge again, before a shadow moved in his peripheral vision, and he swung his head around to meet a large wolf, his silver eyes flashing out at him from amongst the trees. Reaper's own gaze narrowed and he barked savagely at the intruder who dared interrupt the fight. This was between him and the young boy alone, he didn't want — or need — another coming in to ruin his chances.

Snapping his attention back to the boy in question, he quickly ran at him again, jaws open aiming to latch onto the front side of his neck. If he could kill him, perhaps the other would no longer desire to defend his precious pack mate.