Swiftcurrent Creek rasputin

She released the faintest moan. He tipped his head, gaze raking over her--stalling where blood was beginning to coagulate from his initial attack.

Her eyes remained closed. The corner of his lips tipped up sinisterly. Trying to pretend that if you don't see me, I'm not really here?

He didn't trust her. As such, he shifted his weight, muzzle swinging lower to protect his throat. Do you often take what's not yours?