A Lust Duet Stalking Prey (Mature)

@Kadence I'm sorry it took me so long to start this. I was trying to figure out HOW I would start it.

Success follows his paw steps through the thick trees, his nose skims along the soil. He is a Blackfeather Woods member now. The beautiful alpha has accepted him. The crucial first step is complete. Fool, the voices laugh. Tricked, they snicker. A scent suddenly fills his nostrils. Another wolf? So soon? They must wander their territory constantly. But why? Did they have something to fear here? He fears nothing. Whatever this place has to offer him, he can overcome it. He is the killer after all. The thing others should fear. But they don't know that yet. Eventually they will find out. He can't wait. And this one he is following now? The trail tells him it's another female. Will she be as beautiful as the first or more stunning? He should rape all the females here if they are as unbelievably gorgeous as Meldresi. Lust in both forms. It is a wonderful duo. A raven calls overhead, interrupting his thoughts. He looks up, black wings flutter. He snarls at it. The creature takes flight. These woods are filled with evil. Blackness blankets it, dark birds inhabit it. Wolves stalk through it. A sigh whispers through thin lips. A dream, that is what Blackfeather is. What more does it have to offer him?

Something rustles to his right. White against the black. He stops, ears perked. A rabbit pokes up from a hole. Grim lowers himself; stalking towards it. The animal's little pink nose wiggles once, twice. Hesitantly, it stumbles out of its home. He is behind it now. A tree provides cover as he eyes the prey hungrily. When was the last time he ate? A couple days ago? Feed, the voices advise. Hunt, they beg. One slow step forward, then anohter. The white rabbit sits up on its hind legs. Grim pauses. It goes back down on its forlegs. He takes another step, then lunges. Thick fur fills his mouth, squealing errupts from the creature. Teeth clamp down on the now struggling prey. Hot blood fills his muzzle. He shakes it back and forth a few times. Something snaps, and then it's still. Triumphantly he sets the small animal down by his paws. Tipping his nose up he gives a short howl for his victory. Cold ground touches his stomach. He lays with the rabbit between his paws. Bits of meat and innards fill his jaws as he starts with its soft belly. After swallowing, he moves to its long ears and head. They don't provide as much meat. The feet are stringy, he just chews on them.

Soon the meal is done. A long, thick tongue passes over bloody lips. Even if it wasn't much, it was still tasty. He will need something else before long. A grin plays across his face. If only a wolf could be a meal. Sadly, that will not happen any time soon. What other prey lives here? The ravens? No, they will be less than the rabbit. Deer maybe? He could hunt one on his own. Would he have to bring some back to the pack though? He doesn't know. He doesn't care either. Muscles ripple under a medium coat. He stands. Female? The voices question. Find, they tell him. Yes, he should continue with the trail. Backtracking, it only takes him a moment to discover the scent again. Maybe she will show him where best to hunt here. She could come with him. He would rather be alone though. Large paws trot onward, a growl rumbles in his stomach. Hopefully he finds her soon.