Haunted Wood desperation

Black Hat was out on one of his walks — he refused to call them patrols — when he heard a foreign howl sound from within the territory. Young, assertive. Challenging. His mouth watered. He headed the boy's way at a trot. When he arrived, the fiery general was already upon him. Pity, he would've much preferred having the sap for himself to toy with. Ah well, he was here, may as well make himself useful and have fun where he could.

He shoved off of the ground from his spot and launched himself at the boy, aiming for one of his hind legs. Black Hat would show no mercy, clenching his jaws hard as they would go if he got hold of it. He craved to hear the sickening crack of bone beneath his teeth and to be rewarded with the sweet metallic taste of a fool's blood. Even better if he cried out in well-deserved pain.