Bramblepoint bleak

Darkmoon felt a sense of power as the pup cowered beneath him. It was almost exhilirating, although the feeling was foreign and new. He stepped towards her, in a lame attempt to intimidate her further. There was no need; he was already at an obvious advantage.
    He scoffed away her apology. "Whatever, I just thought you would be some food instead," he said, feeling disappointment at the turn of events. He would have far preferred something to eat. "Huh, funny," he remarked at her name. "I'm Darkmoon." He looked down at her with a glare, before continuing, "Not Moony - before you get any ideas."