Greatwater Lake leg bones

His teeth had severed muscle, nerve and bone— the scream that finally erupted from his prey was proof enough. Contentedly, he continued to crunch the vertebrae in his jaws, watching her face contort and the crows flow from the trees behind her. It was his turn to be surprised, however, when she took matters into her own paws and leapt away with a force that left her tail dangling in his jaws.

Left in a stupor as she gained ground on him, Dapper suddenly felt a rage build back up inside of him. Her blood was the sweetest thing he had tasted in a long time, and he wanted all of it to be his— this tail was a mere snack in comparison to the feast that she was supposed to have been.

He gave chase, her tail still in his grasp, her blood running like rivers from his mouth and down his chest. He ran, though she had a lead on him, until his last reserve of strength flagged and he could go no further.

His grey eyes watched her retreating form as he settled into a laying position, then set to breaking the remaining bones in her tail as loudly as he could muster. For good measure, he tore a strip of the thin meat that clung to the crushed bone and began to chew, willing her to feel it, willing her to know that the rest of her body would be next.

She would be his.