Witch's Marsh Now what you've done

Her voice emphasised the exotic tone he'd not noticed before. It sounded like thick honey on a bears muzzle, or slick mud coating the girl now.
His skin prickled and tingled, his fur all over his body feeling the goosebumps suck at his skin.

His maw ripped apart to crack a smile which gave way to his reply, "Yes, now stay still little one."

His eyes gleamed as he lunged for her helpless body as she struggled to escape him.
He held her down from above and dug his teeth into her flesh, methodically ripping her little cuts all over her scruff, working his way down her back and sides. She screamed in agony as he dug his canines a little deeper each time. Combating the pain-relieving properties of the poppies well enough.

As he neared her hips, a howl sounded in the close distance. Not good. He will be caught.
He lurched forward, shoving her face into the ground with his chest and took her foreleg, shaking it vigorously to scare her and wake her up enough to cry pitifully for help before fleeing the scene of his crime. Bloodstained and satisfied enough of his cruelty.