Wapun Meadow road shimmer wigglin' the vision

the creature moved only when ancelin commanded. the locking mechanism he had snapped around the sensation of blood-taste roused powerfully in the young bearclaw; his eyes darkened as he watched the stranger fall on the prey and devour every bite in whimpering gratitude.
no one had ever been this grovelingly grateful to ancelin for anything before, anything at all.
a small smile unfurled slowly across his mouth, as cold as it was warm.
"do you want more?"
his heart; leaping; his pulse galloping as hot blood stirred over his spine.