Panther Park monsters in the shadows

His canary hues dance over the small wolf’s body. Noticing the unease in his stance and body language. The bristling of his pelt and the raising of hair along his spine. He’s on high alert. Perhaps he should be too. If Donovan is being honest he isn’t planning on fucking with him too bad until the words Yuèlóng come from his mouth. To which he’s quickly widening his maw maliciously in a savage baring of teeth that could also be called a grin. 

He almost feels bad for the poor, innocent blind wolf. He can hear the worry in his bouncy, kind voice. The hope that everything will be alright despite the sketchy behavior of the two Saints. He wants so bad to spite that brown and black shewolf known as Yuèlóng’s Alpha. Her vicious words play like a mantra in his mind. He wants to rip her throat out, maybe fuck her before he does so. Either way he’d be getting what he wants. 

So spite her he will. 

With his horrid grin he steps closer to the blind male. “Oh you’re with the coastal wolves, huh, peaches.” He teases horribly. Obvious malice in his voice, yet it’s tinted with a mischievous and playful lilt. “I don’t think I like that.” 

Donovan is inches away from him now. Up in his face then he veers off to the right side of the smaller. Their shoulders brush and Donovan snaps teeth to quickly pinch together the skin of his flank. Beads of blood will collect at the surface of Hide’s leg. Before Donovan goes past to saunter around Renard, sharing a dark, knowing glance with the other.

“You’d be lucky if we let you leave here alive.”