Felltree Marsh Duck Hunt

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He approached, approached, approached until he was hovering over her. His eyes raked over her prone body. Emotion bubbled up within him until he burst with glee, a chuckle in his throat exploding into a laugh. How easy this was! But he couldn't revel in it for long. No. He was close to a group of wolves, somewhere high up in the mountains. He could smell others on her fur. He had to move quickly. I'm not sure, His laughter began to die away, but mirth still drenched his words as he swung a limb over her body, straddling her. He moved his head to her ears, lowering his voice so only she could hear him. If it would be more fun if you ran or not, He began to push at her head to straighten out her neck. But I can't risk you getting away, can I? He licked his lips, deciding. No, he couldn't kill her. Not this close to a potential savior or two. But he could still take. Not when you've offered yourself so quickly to me. With that, he sunk his fangs into her shoulder, groaning in delight as the first burst of blood met his lips. He bit down, as deep as he could without tearing the muscles too badly, just enough to encourage a flow of blood from her wound. When he tore at her as much as he could, he began to lick at the gushing blood vigorously, slurping and groaning in a disgusting show of ecstasy.