[ He knows he's getting close to the noise. There's an unfamiliar scent in the air, hard to place. Hard to really know. It's nothing like prey, doesn't have that sour smell to it like the animals he's hunted before. It doesn't take him long to find the source, and what he sees makes the hunger peak.
Smaller than he is, but confident. The flash of red makes his chest squeeze, but he's unsure what that actually means. It makes little difference, because the hunger is the more intense thing and of course he acts on it. Growling, he runs at the other wolf-- at least that's what it looks like from a distance.
His jaws snap when he gets close enough, the feeling of bloodlust rising to the forefront. He needs the kill. It consumes every other thought. ]
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Date: 2018-02-18 06:45 pm (UTC)Smaller than he is, but confident. The flash of red makes his chest squeeze, but he's unsure what that actually means. It makes little difference, because the hunger is the more intense thing and of course he acts on it. Growling, he runs at the other wolf-- at least that's what it looks like from a distance.
His jaws snap when he gets close enough, the feeling of bloodlust rising to the forefront. He needs the kill. It consumes every other thought. ]