The Tangle Pure intention juxtaposed

This place was a maze, without realizing it, he had gone in one big circle. As he emerged from the brush, taking a look around, he found himself where he had started off. The mangled corpse lay in the middle, red painted in every direction around it - and at its side, was someone new. He watched for a moment, blood, dangling from his chin as it desperately tried to hang on, finally let go and splattered onto the ground. 

A grim smile found its way to his muzzle as he watched the other enjoy the morcels he had left behind. Do you like it? Voice, as smooth as butter and as deep as any lake, verberated from the chasm he called a mouth.

There was something amusing to him, watching someone else feast on the carcass of another wolf, cannibalistic carrion. He felt no need to defend his prey, he had left it after all - the rest belonged to this new fellow who was already chewing on bits and pieces.