Haunted Wood You let your feet run wild.

The corner of his lip quirked in amusement at what he interpreted as stubborn impudence. This was exactly what he was hoping for. It was out of sadistic desire as opposed to ire he leapt down from his perch, but he approached the captive all the same. Without another word, his nonchalant demeanor shifted as he lunged for the youngster with teeth aimed right for his scruff. If able to grab hold, he would tug and thrash and tear with his fangs sunk cruelly deep into his flesh until satisfied with the punishment dealt. Only then would he back up and out of range of any retaliation.