You can't spell slaughter without laughter

The bite could see his breath as be breathed out. Breath....what did that signify? Life. And without it...you're a dead man. Amethys eyes sweeped the lands as the male spotted a few buffalo here and there. Such odd, hairy, day and ugly putrid creatures. Of course probably delicious, juicy, and divine to the palate. Baxter kicked his lips as he kept on walking. Why catch something on his own when he could have others do it for him. A smirk appeared on his maw as a scent reached the male's nose. Bax scented a dame not too far from where he was .

White tipped ears perked up as the male came closer and closer to the scent of another wolf.Hm, how did he feel today? Merciful or a bit moody? Whatever, why not kill the bitch then be on his way....or would he dare to try to take a bite of her flesh in an attempt to feed his hunger. Perhaps...or just go and eat something a civilized man would do. Sure Bax should have his paws staine with blood but he wasn't unsophisticated and civil. Baxter Karvichi wasn't like those mongrels that did whatever they desired to do withou thought.

As of now the wolf just had a desire to get his claws dirty with crimson today. It would be..."fun". Too bad his brother Kovu wasn't around to join in. Bax knew his brother would have liked this. A sigh passed the brute's lips as he then came upon the white and black dame. He stood upright while displaying his sharp and handsome frame. Amethyst eyes looked at her up and down then did he give her a smirk of a smile.

"Hello...my name is Baxter, Baxter Karvichi...what may your name be?" he asked in an alluring tone.

First a sliver of trust would be established before he decided to have a sudden claw spasm....patience...patience...