The Sunspire Catch it, if You Can

I hate making you wait, mi amor! I'm sorry <3

This was exactly what he had had to do his entire life to feed himself. This moment was everything he dreaded and reveled in. And this was Haunter in his truest of natures—vicious, ruthless, determined... hungry. This was no fault of Xi'nuata's and if the black wolf had a conscious choice in the matter, she would be one of the last wolves he would have attacked; but as it were, he had spiraled violently out of control, and had his teeth now at her neck, feeling small rivulets of her blood as they slid down his lips.

The metallic, unpleasant taste jarred his consciousness into something more than a hungry animal. The taste of another wolf's blood had always repulsed him, and he never got used to it no matter how many times he had tasted it. She was pulling from him now, teeth grazing the top of his skull as she sought to grab an ear that wasn't there, and his grip on her was loosening because the taste of her repelled the savage thirst inside him. He swallowed, hard, and was knocked breathless by a massive paw as Xi'nuata used her predisposed strength to send him back.

Haunter leaped back from her contact, his hind paws coming dangerously close to the end of their ridge, though he took no notice. His wild eyes saw the disproportion of her neck now, and how his jaws had left that side slick with his saliva and a little of her blood. Regret pulsed through him, but it was not strong enough to overcome his desire to win. To eat. Every single hair on his body stood on end, and he snarled angrily at the Vale wolf, bidding her to back off.

His eyes moved back and forth between her and the kill, as if he thought he could get past Xi'nuata and steal the whole thing down the mountain faster than she could retaliate. Impossible, of course, but the cartoon still played in his head like reality.