Twisted Slough i wish you'd die in the mire

His eyes clung to the wolf's feet, anxious to see just how bold he was willing to be. It didn't matter if he tried, Magpie would always catch up — but the curiosity that plagued him almost pressed to enable Cormorant's flight. Just to see how far he'd get. Oh, lovely thing, aren't we all? His paws scraped the base of Cormorant's perch, threatening to invade his space. I know you are, my little dreamer.

The wolf's disgust both irritated and elated him, either for more reasons than he desired to explore. His teeth strained together with the pressure of his jaw, squeezing shut and concealing the cruel creature inside that wished to spill Cormorant's blood into the muck below. He held it, held it as the other spoke against all he was made to be, but with just one wrong word it fell apart, and his jaw was quick to snap open.

Magpie lunged upward, teeth snagging the broader side of Cormorant's throat. He squeezed with surprisingly gentle pressure, yanking him down in one rough movement, a trickling cackle slipping through his teeth at the poor wolf's struggle.