Otatso Wetlands Pulp Fiction Confession

Oh why thank you, Alisha! Your characters are pretty darn fun :D

"Fine." A clipped answer, but satisfactory to his needs. Acidic eyes brightened in anticipation, eager and starved for the wafting scent of blood that permeated each of his senses. His nape and spine bristled, making the leggy wolf appear as a stretching, spiked shadow. The inky monster moved forward slowly as she allowed him space.

Cautious, though unafraid of consequences, he stepped near to claim the bird, tucking his one ear and casting a hateful glare in the female's direction as he crouched to snatch her meal away. He would take the bird's neck in his jaws, and swing away in the next moment if she allowed it as she seemed to be doing.