Haunted Wood That Meal I Promised You

Silver eyes watch the piebald male as he quickens his initial walk into a full on sprint. He’s impressed by the speed at first and only continues to be more impressed as he herds the doe closer and closer to Santi’s ever bloodthirsty jaws.

The animal nearly breaks its neck looking in Clarence’s direction and it too breaks out into a run for its life. Long nimble limbs carry it faster than Santi would’ve thought and quicker than the monochromatic wolf expects it to be, the deer is right on him.

Lashing forward, mouth wide open in hopes of snagging his teeth on its flesh and biting down with the force of a thousand suns, unexpectedly he misses. The second bite is luckier as it grazes it hind leg leaving a nicely sized scratch where his tooth left it hairless. The blood drips from the wound and splashed onto Santi’s tongue, only managing to fuel the fire even more.

Even though his muscles worked in over time Santi is at a loss of words when the deer keeps running and he seems to be slowing down. His paws begin to come to a slow stop and eventually he’s standing there, rooted in place with his brows furrowed pensively. Tongue lolled out the side of his mouth and his diaphragm expands and shrinks quickly while he pulls in large lungfuls of breath. He’s pissed. Though where he lacks speed and stamina, he hopes that maybe Clarence can make up for it.