Ravensblood Forest What you've done

She guessed at what he wanted, and only guessed what any mature male wanted at the hight of breeding season. He could act brashly like Preist and make her mother his children and let her raise them, then snatch them away for his kingdom he'd be building in the meanwhile.
But he was not Preist.
"I want to eat." He replied in his gruff tone. Though there was a thought, to have his pleasure with her, then kill the male. Perhaps whilst he was enthralled with her for that extra flair of trauma.

He turned on the woman, shouldering her and locking his teeth on her scruff. He'd grown tired of her touches and whining - that intoxicating scent. He didn't hurt her, but he was sure they'd both panic. And just as quickly as he struck her, he released, reeling backward to avoid calamity with his counterpart.
He wondered if there was a relation.