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His snarl widened as he felt blood dance across his tongue, slamming her into the ground. A growl rippled in his throat as he saw her scramble out from underneath him, snapping for her. He snorted as he watched her make for pitiful escape, running his tongue along the tops if his gums.

"I will make it better, my dove." He called to her, trotting up to the rocks she scrambled over. His gaze turned chilly as she glanced back at him with a snarl, "I promise." His muscled body lunged for her trail, sprinting and seamlessly making for her. His lips pulled back to give his bloodied teeth air, ready to quench the thirst he had been set out to cease. 

As he began to reach her, in his mind, he echoed. Sinister. One down, one to go.