Wapun Meadow Plates and Saucers

he continued to go unnoticed, but when the wolf began to thrash about, merrick's torn ears lifted. he was loping across the meadow scarcely before he knew it, skulking, predatory — he lapped saliva from his lip as he circled the anguished woman.
young, pretty. guileless, from the look of it; upon his very doorstep. no blood to be had in a very long time.
"what happened?" the cyclops purred, faux concern layered upon the burn of his single eye. pained, pained; he could scent her turmoil, distracting, appropriating her senses as he wished to do.