Otter Creek 'Cause the next moment, before you know it

He felt a surge of pride in his own movements as the body of the other toppled to the floor with a wheeze, air having been knocked out of them. Any other wolf might have felt a stabbing of sympathy, for this was only a mother angered about losing a child, but Aries himself was as cold as the snow that lay on the ground, and the only thing he felt was the rushing of energy that sped up his heart and put a deadly smirk on his face, iced eyes glinting.

Though his jaws narrowly avoided her own face, he did not cease. Those who attacked without thought were simply careless and he would teach her a lesson. No, he would not end her life with a critical bite to the neck (as much as the idea teased him), but he would give her scars to remember him by.

Aries spat as she attempted to launch herself at him once more - his movements were faster. He barreled into her weak form as she failed her attempt at an attack, and his teeth grasped her tail harshly. He dragged her body, ruthlessly shaking his head as though all the hate building up within his mind could be forced away through this rapid movement. The hot blood trickled between his teeth but the Tyro ignored it - the salty tang of a wolf's blood had not been forgotten, images flashing past his mind as he revelled in the sick joy he felt rise within him. Oh, he savoured those memories. Again and again, over and over, his head shook - his grip on her tail was strong, and he felt the tearing of flesh, the sickening crunch as he released. The bloodied tail hung limply from his grey muzzle, and the adrenaline soared through his veins.

Oh, but he was not done.