Hideaway Strath Tell the wolves I'm home

Despite the obvious option which was to retreat, the circumstances told Shink to do the exact opposite. He was starving; his hunger a gnawing pain in his belly, and he continued forward, his pelt bristling in anticipation. "I'll be doing you a favour," he growled, his copper eyes sparked with aggressive determination. With slinking movements he crept closer still, features trained eagerly on the red flesh clearly visible amongst the white hairs of the woman. He lunged in a blind attempt to sink his teeth into whatever meat his canines could snag, ignoring the vicious words and the cowering innocence of the pup.