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 To his excitment, they wanted to see what he could do. As the white wolf backed away off him, he got up with some kind of determined evil intention. He smiled a toothy grin. "With pleasure," he murmered, eyes flicking over to his attacker. He wanted to show that he wasn't someone to be taken for a fool. Espesially to her.

 He spun around, lifting his head in the air. Testing for a subject. Without looking back, he swiftly darted farther away. He didn't care if the others had followed. He would bring back proof. He would show them that he was good at tracking down.

 A wolf scent came in, and he followed it with determination. Walking in a quick, quiet motion. His mind telling him to kill. It would be just like tracking down prey. Easy.

 He travled uphill, and stared down the slope with his ghostly eyes. There was a wolf down there. Luckily he didn't notice Issun yet, but he was about to. In his mind he hoped that the others wouldn't come over to help. This was his kill. His. He would show them he was worthy. He leaped down, running towards the wolf. He leaped at it, jaws wide. It tried to dodge, but Issun was to quick. They both plumeted in the shallow water, Issun's jaws latched tight around his shoulder. Close to the neck. The other tried his best to loosen from the grip, but the brute was to big for him. He slammed the other underwater, dragging him deeper in, but not to deep. He let the other stay there, listening to his cries underwater. The brute moved his powerful jaws to the wolf's neck. He shook visiously. The cries turned to screams. Issun moved up to his lower jaw. He placed his body on the head and jerked at it. He could feel it tearing. He tugged harder until he heard a slow snap. He had ripped his jaw off. Issun droped the jaw and listened to his victims gurgles. The water around them was red now.

 He picked up the dying wolf by its scruff and carried it to the bank, his head held high with sick pride.