Haunted Wood i love it when serial killers have a fun little thing

he reveals that he can, apparently. he ought to have led with that, the whelp muses, but remains silent on the matter. "fine." immidiately, after, she moves; a direct lunge towards the male's face, ready to snap her muzzle down should he try for her jugular, yet otherwise aimaing to snap at his own muzzle, cheek, ear; whatever presents itself.