Otatso Wetlands Pulp Fiction Confession

Hoggin' all my threads, I see ;P lol

The smell of blood began to trickle over the scent of water. He followed it mindlessly, long head roving back and forth as his spidery legs drew him forward like a thickening, graceless shadow. Hunger creased his belly, and the maddening wolf approached the scene without pause or regard.

She melted into his view, shimmering into sudden clarity like a Wetland nymph, and she guarded her kill quietly from the advance of the inky wraith. Acidic eyes met her deep, searching blues, and he curled his lip at how openly she observed him. It made him feel strangely judged, and his erratic thoughts began to take a violent turn—there was no Fox here to prevent it from happening either.

"Your kill," he hissed in that raspy, misused tone of his, a deep, rumbling noise between a growl and a rattle. "I want it." Licking devilishly slick chops, he stared at her violently, keeping his teeth at bay but there was a definite threat there without him having to show them.