Grouse Thicket A BOY IS A GUN

The boy bit and struggled, sinking teeth into his nose and lips but Vengeance held on for just a while longer - proving his point. As the boy demanded to be let go, eventually he did obey, but only when he wanted to. Carelessly he tossed the boy to the side, turning to face him once more, anticipating... waiting, curious to see what the little spitfire of a pup would do next. In the meantime, the pink muscle within the daggered cavern he called a mouth slipped out, slicking the puncture wounds along his lips and muzzle in slow motion. I'm still here. He teased. Hoping to prod that little fire within his gut to go further.