Greatwater Lake leg bones

His world was a haze of pain and hunger; there was no thought, no reason. He was driven only by the sawing in his gut. As his thoughts drifted back to the youth, saliva began to collect in the corners of his maw, and for a brief moment he turned to go back the way he had come... The moment of lucidity that had granted the boy mercy was gone, and Dapper had returned to a feral creature ruled only by savage instinct.

The guttural sound gave her away, and the male jerked his head around to see her charging. He inhaled deeply, a spark bringing his dead eyes to life, and licked the saliva now dripping from his chops.

No, the thought came distinctly-- loud, cutting through the fog in his mind like a singing blade. No, I am not food. You are. A heartbeat later, Dapper's thoughts were lost in a desperate rage. She was healthy enough; she had no right to consider cannibalism, not like him. It overtook him, and he loosed his own guttural snarl, a noise that carried over the quiet of the chilled lake and shook birds from trees.

No, bitch. I eat you.

He began a charge of his own.