i'm going off the rails on a crazy train

Pura was almost constantly hungry. After the thrill of peeling his very first face, ordinary food had lost its appeal. He had tried every novelty meat available from ordinary sources, sampling everything from the pads of rabbits' feet to ox tongue. It wasn't the same.

For that reason, it filled him with with a sense of glee when a night-time patrol along the borders yielded result. There, prowling near the out-most scent markers, was a new pledge. Everything about the wolf's body language said 'I come in peace', but Pura paid that fact no need. Within moments, he had assessed her - young, obviously hungry, with a hopeful look in her eyes and a bright, happy bark to offer him. I'd like to join your pack! I'm good at this and that! Yay!

Without looking to see if anyone was watching, Pura barrelled straight at her - with only one intention.