Stone Circle rabbit heart

His Matriarch was quick to arrive, and with her arrival any need for his interrogation. Her curled lip, and degrading words were enough of an order for him, she was the boss. Nodding his head, once in understanding, his full attention turned back on the intruder. The squirming dog, as Valette had called it, struggled out of his grasp with a desperate wail.

A violent growl forced its way from his lips as he resumed his chase. His paws pounding the ground, the injury he had already inflicted and her smaller stature making it easy for him to overtake her. His jaws closed angrily at her hindquarters, tearing into the flesh. Trusting Valette to be on her game, Siarut held on firm. Teeth sunk to the bone. Pulling back with his strength, he hoped to pull her to a halt, giving his leader time to find her own attack.