Blackfeather Woods to thirst, to crave

A beast of flesh and bones, a terror amongst the forest, a warrior of desire. Their head went below covering the neck, seeing the opponent so wished for an ending, but gave no taste of such. A bite straight onto the muzzle, a caught onto the nose and a crazed smile following along. 

Pain.

But ignoring, for Monty tasted the nectar and cared for nothing more.

The ear, taken and devoured, through the throat and to the stomach, but there was far more to be tasted. They relayed the intent back, to the throat of their victim.