This is the start of how it all ends

Sated of his bloodlust, the dark pelted warrior luxuriously stretched, his muscles moving smoothly under thick fur. Aware that the elegant fae was watching him, he held the stance for a few moments longer before smoothly turning. A few steps took him to the side of Morgana, and he eased himself slowly back on his injured haunch. He aloud their pelts to touch briefly before shifting a few inches to the right, away from her soft fur. "So sad that you did not arrive earlier, you narrowly missed the chance to play with the pack's plaything. An arrogant bitch was ours to have some fun with, but sadly we had to return her to her ungrateful pack." he sighed, truly sorry that the little white ball he had scarred so deeply was gone.