Blackfeather Woods to thirst, to crave

A smile of satisfaction toward the others agitation. However, it grown into an upset smile, as the pain begun to be too much. As sadistic they can be, to the satisfaction they required, there was still discomfort. The other was keen to take their eye out, and the beast did not enjoy such tactic and was quick to back out. They let the white, now crimson wolf go and stepped backwards, avoiding their constant attacks.

Monty had a torn up face, scratches and gouges of flesh, but they were still one, with eyes and all. Unlike the other, whome was quite a tasty one. They didn't want to let them go... They were going to circle the other, but awaited to what was next to be seen.

Delicious.