Wapun Meadow Young & Stupid

The brute paced back and forth in the meadow, he grumbled to himself distractedly, as if muttering off some sort of incantation he'd known since birth. He curled his lips as his spit the incoherent words out as is if they burned his tongue.

As single word brought him to utter stillness, his eyes narrowed. Suddenly he had an involuntary shutter. mmmm someone walked across my grave he spoke coherently in a soft sing song voice as he lowered his head to the level of his shoulders and made direction toward the source of the youthful sound.

The large pungent male circled behind the Pup placing himself between it and its place of origin where ever that may be. Before he stepped out of the brush and crooned gottcha
crouching low in a pounce position, but not yet making a move, though he could with far to little effort now. He locked his hypnotic pale blues on her and waited for the pleasure of surprise in her features before he took the life from her body and offered it up to his darkest god