Panther Park monsters in the shadows

the kid was blind. that was obvious. they were appropriately unhurried as their teeth scraped along his hind legs, spilling droplets of blood. not nearly as much as they wanted, but all it was was a little gentle prodding – and then he turned, faster than renard would have expected from someone backing up and trying reasoning in the face of donovan, of all people, and they couldn't quite pull out of the way in time.

their returning snap missed, jaws snapping shut on air. the blind wolf's own teeth caught and pulled along their scruff, and renard drew away with head lifted, licking at their teeth.

a rivulet of blood crawled through their fur, along their shoulder; they turned their head to lap it away, watching him jolt backwards just in time to avoid donovan's teeth crunching down on his front paw.

"better than i thought he'd be." they smiled after donovan, eyes fixed on the blind man, waiting to see what he'd do next. how much did that mean against two of them?