Dragoncrest Cliffs [m] salt settling

A prey's cry of pain was no different in sound to the humming of the wolf between his jaws, and their dance mimicked that of a fox and mouse. The sweet feel of fur between his muzzle ignited a drive within him that rarely came to surface, a gentle giant turned rogue with a feast before him. 

The grip he held on her strengthened, bordering unpleasant, as he pushed her down, heavy winded breaths playing deep beneath her matting coat. His paw was placed on the ground beside her contorted back, the heavy man now straddling her. He loosened his bite, entire body heaving with deep breaths before his muzzle found the side of hers, and teeth, once again gentle, played against her lips. A curious tongue prodded playfully against her, the hunter seeking the flavor of the downed prey. 

Fiery narrowed eyes met hers, all but devoid of the kindness one might expect to recognize within. Only hunger and lust remained.

Here, now, there was no room for shame or question, no consideration for repercussion. This was natural. Right. And there was no shame in nature.