Meadowlark Prairie Oh Lord, Heaven Knows We Belong Way Down Below [Pack Hunt]

arrive he did, and with an open expression of disdain as he sidled alongside astara. "we'll have meat enough or one of us will die, chicky," he quipped, feathering his teeth through the fur along the base of her ear. "either way, we're all eating." teeth flashed in a roguish glint; he turned his stare first to the man who had summoned them, and then to the others.
nightwalkers, a cold bunch, and merrick cared nothing for their lives nor their death. only astara mattered; only she quickened the cool beat of his veins, and this day he must not lose her, else one of the other fools would find himself with a ripped throat and a shallow grave.