Mount Apikuni The trouble is, you think you have time.

the fear had a smell - a taste on the air - as he cut the space between them. there were no hopes on his part. though he was there to reap, there was not an innate need to quell the life of the world. he would take the lives he could and grant them to the devil as payment. he would be released when he had offered all that he owed. the ghoul felt a satisfaction when he was able to contribute to the great debt. this would either go toward his freedom, or it would flee in the dead of the evening. 

a sickening crunch as his body made contact with the other. his teeth were fine and snapped down with precision, meeting their mark without fail. he gripped at the shoulder of the wolfdog with a reckless snapping and pulling. when she whirled on him and aimed to snap her teeth to his crown, she too met her mark. he could feel her teeth close around his ear and he wheezed into her dark coat, shaking his head violently from side to side. the pain of it was exciting. he shuddered against the grueling snap of her fangs but did not release his own hold.