Panther Park there's a humming in the restless summer air

Intelligently, the female wolf waits for them both to still instead of throwing herself into the heap of madness. His savior is swift on her feet and he’s able to slip his leg out from beneath the animal when she attacks next. As soon as he’s free, Donovan whips his head around to watch her muzzle clamp onto the deers neck. Her canines tipping dangerously and he can see fresh blood beginning to flow from the wound, covering the ruby wolves chops and neck an even darker shade of crimson.

He can’t help the way his golden eyes watch the brutality of the she wolf before a bloody smirk contorts his face, revealing blood stained teeth. In no time he’s drawn into action, coming to clamp his jaws around the remaining space of the does long neck. Where the shewolf grabs and holds, he snatches and crunches, repeatedly flexing powerful jaws. Pleasure courses through him as an audible crunch sounds out between them, signaling of the savage break age of bones.

When the doe finally stills, he gives a light shake of his massive head to the delicate and hardly hanging on neck of the doe. Letting go, he stands tall and confident, looking like the devil himself. Blood drips like poison from his maw and stains the cream of his cheeks and chest. His teeth are stained and a black tongue flicks out to run along his teeth and lips, cleaning them. Canary orbs settle of the scarlet wolf before him and he smiles deviously to her, a knowing charm in his eyes as he casually quirks a circular brow at her, maintaining eye contact.

“You’re good at that, darling.” His honeyed voice comments, slipping out a low chuckle at the end. He allows his tongue to lull out of his maw to pant lightly.