Otter Creek bing bang boom

His lips drew back at the other's voice, brows narrowing— this was a pup, not grown enough to be worth a meal, and perhaps an even more useless hunting companion. They would be a pathetic pair, able to take down a small doe if they were lucky. If that were the case, Dapper might as well have carried out his plan to eat the youth, for scrawny as he was, it would mean more meat and less competition.

"You will be dead, soon," the male said, emotionless. His breath caught, though his muscles ached, the yearling gathered himself and rose to his feet. He wasn't about to take on the responsibility of a pup; and so his words of intended parting were, "I should have put you out of your misery." It was spoken with regret, and as if on cue, Dapper's innards rumbled and his jaws began to salivate.

"I can, if you'd like."