Blackfeather Woods Silence

Scamp could feel his masters growing fondess of him, and even if he was literally being trained like some house dog the fire faced male was happy to have a purpose. This alpha, he was good, he was strong: nothing compared to the fool he'd been born to serve. He was doing good for Damien now, and he raced alongside the dark mans flank until he called it quits. It was hard for him to restrain himself, to not pounce upon her back and rip till she was dead and filling his belly. There were even more now, but still he drew to a halt, panting. Without missing a beat, his aqua eyes sought Damien for his next move.