Razorback Ridge Burning Hot

He felt something as he followed after the other wolf, and it only got stronger the more they protested - at first he thought it was further guilt twisting his gut, a sour remorse for terrorizing an obviously unhinged adult. No, that wasn't it. Screech realized as he drew closer and closer that he was thrilled by the reaction of the stranger. That he was enjoying it, feeling powerful and in control. At no point did it cross his mind to speak or to leave the other wolf alone; he knew he could depart at any time, so he was safe in that regard, and the stranger might've been bigger but he was afraid. Having become accustomed to his own terrors and insecurities in the past few weeks, Screech reveled in the power imbalance. He snaked around the trees and followed an adjoining path to the one the stranger tread, listening to his own footfalls beating as he ran.