Lake Rodney Life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on life!

Her strength was fading, he could tell. The shaking must have done what he wanted, once her bucking had slowed he let go of his grasp and began to walk atop of her. Focussing on the other white woman while keeping his weight on the prey, he would multi-task to keep her as a captive while questioning this woman who aided in the capture. 

Who are you? Why did you assist me? His accusatory tone was evident, she must want something from him, there was no helping one wolf hunt down another from the goodness of one's heart without a hidden agenda. Every step he took on the woman, keeping one paw firmly on her body while he approached her neck, still keeping his gaze on the stranger. Clearly he was confident in his control over the prisoner.

What do you want?