Otter Creek dark talons grab hold of me

A snarl escapes. He can't help it. Is this wolf stupid? "It does not matter to me where a wolf is. I will still attack." There, let her have an idea of what she is up against. He doesn't care about pack laws or codes. He is a pure killer. Lunge, the voices growl. Attack, they snarl. Lips slide over white points. He growls low. He was not raised in a pack. Why should he abide by pack laws? It doesn't matter if he has a pack now. That fact cannot sway his instincts.

He lunges then, jaws parted. He aims for her leg. If she is lame, he could easily toy with her. Even if she remains on four feet, it would still be easy. But to see her weakened will excite him. To hear her cries, see her pain. Even to watch the fear enter her gaze. It draws him, the dark calls for it.