Panther Park monsters in the shadows

Donovan watches with sick satisfaction as Renard’s teeth sink into his flank. Blood pooling easily from the wound, his smile is deadly and horrific. Unbelievably malicious and corded with the desire for death. Though he won’t give this one death. He’ll give him something worse. A nice present for the coastal wolf’s pretty, little, alpha shewolf. He’s excited for it.

Then the other collapses and he’s chuckling again. “Alright.” He signals your Renard to cool down and step away from the smaller if they already haven’t.
“We’ll take him to the canyon. Fuck him up a little and give him back to the coastal wolves with a bloody bow on top.” He hums, satisfaction evident in his voice. 

He leans his upper body down and inches his nose beneath his ribs nudging aggressively until he’s able to get him up and over his head and slipping into his shoulders. Yellow orbs gaze to Renard to assist him in keeping the little fucker on him back as they walk. “We’ll take him to my den and drop him off there ‘till he wakes up.” He ends and begins in his way back to the canyon of red.