Lake Rodney Call 1-800-BLACK-HAT

It took a while for the thing to die. By the time it did, Black Hat had mutilated its ears and crushed one of its legs. It was when he started disembowling it that the rabbit finally bit the dust. He sighed with relief, riding the euphoria like a drug. Only then did he finally begin to eat, starting with the viscera.

He heard footsteps approaching and flicked his eyes in their direction. There stood a dark wolfess, and he immediately got to work analyzing. Confident, given her posture, not to mention how she dared to follow him all this way in the waning light all by herself. Add brave and daring to the list. She was roughly the same size as him and harbored various battle scars. Overpowering her would be no easy feat. Pity. The woman spoke, and his mood soured again. His scowl shifted into a sneer.

Oh that? Sure, I had to piss and your forest was in the neighborhood, He croaked nonchalantly in his neglected voice. And he thought it couldn't get any hoarser. Define 'awfully' for me, would you? The lake doesn't reek of you lot's excrement, last I checked. Black Hat was petty, but he wasn't daft enough to linger around a pack's borders. The lake clearly wasn't far enough for her, but he wasn't capable of teleportation. Maybe she was just itching for a fight. He wasn't, not really, but he'd enjoy tearing her a few new arseholes if she picked one with him.