Cedar Sweep End Of Nightfire

The stranger returned the noise with a snarl from the back of her throat and his pelt rose to bristle along his back. Ithrik despised when bitches believed they could return his advances with the same callous and wicked intent. They were only there to serve a purpose to him, or so the Apostle had stated. With a clicking of his gnarled fangs, the devil prowled forward and drank in her scent. With no more than the warning of his rigid limbs, Ithrik sprung to beat his paws against her body and knock her to the ground.