Otter Creek dark talons grab hold of me

The black female tells him he has won. Of course he has won. He snuffs at that with distaste. He always wins. Then she requests to be let go. Grim pauses with her beneath him. He doesn't follow the commands of others. This wolf will not tell him what to do. Teeth flash. He bites into her shoulder. A snarl rips from his muzzle viciously. This will be her only warning in telling him what to do. If she attempts to do so again, he will kill her. Do it now!The voices demand. Deserving, they tell him. He ignores them. They can speak all they like. He won't follow them if he does not wish to either. They don't control him. He controls the dark inside. You are getting soft, the light in him laughs. He snarls at it. This is not softness. Rage boils in him at the light. What does it know? He forces back the unwanted weakness back, silencing it. He is letting this strange eyed wolf leave out of boredom. Not out of kindness.

His fangs press down hard. He lets the female go and backs away. Rage filled eyes watch her with challenge. Daring her to try fighting back again. She won't get off so easy if she chooses to do so. Head raises high and proud to look down on her. She is beneath him, she is nothing. Lips lift in a nasty snarl. "It would be best if you left now." The voices continue to try to urge him to go for her throat and be done with her. Blood, they say. Crave, they inform him. Yes. They always need blood as does he. But they do not think as he does. They only know what is wanted.