[M]Welcome to the freak show

The scents of female escaped him, likely for her own good. His nose was buried in the sternum of his meal when the first sounds of squawking annoyance were heard. His ears pressed back at that and he let loose a snarl that in his professional opinion, echoed into the very bowels of the metal ship. It should be enough to warn off the tiny beggar. He didn't even hardly lift his muzzle from his carving work, though he did only to flash his teeth at the thing before it seemed to take off back into whence it came. This was rather pleasing to the behemoth, though he didn't show it, only giving a snort before dipping his head back into his meal. The tiny beggar seemed to return moments later though and he this time lifted his massive skull. The look it received was one of dead pane. He held no emotion except rage at this moment, and his blood red orbs reflected this.

The form of the female escaped his notice until she peeked out from the corner and it was only then that his eyes fell from the scavenger. They fell unto her form, watching as she came to sit near him, not caring though he half expected this girl to scream or be horrified at his meal. Toes splayed further as more weight was pressed onto the carcasses stomach with his bloodied paw. His tongue snaked out cleaning the red liquid from his nose, as he watched her. Ears pressed forward and his rear legs gathered in a ready to spring form. Should she even make one annoying sound she would find herself dead. Running from him would also be found to be a mistake. His eyes never left her even as he dipped his head back in only to pull it back up as he ripped a chunk of fur from it to which he proceeded to spit out.

There was no wasted words from him, nor any emotion that betrayed him. a perfect mask was in place, hiding his very thoughts and desires. One was to jump her and pin her beneath him as he took her sacred fruits. Another was to jump her and take her life force from her while he devoured her alive. Though a flick of his ear was the only thing to betray him at the scavenger's begging. His head whipped to it and he gave yet another snarl but this one was followed with Latin. Vocals were rumbling deep baritones, like the smoothest honey from his lips. It was a voice of complete calm though there was a deadly edge to it. "Si non desinas ciens avis scavenging relinquo vobis erunt qui labores." His eyes then cut to the bitch, expecting the bird to obey his commands, lest he end up the next meal. He wouldn't speak to her, yet, she would be either a good bitch and wait her turn, or start squawking just like the bird. He was the male here and he expected the bitch to be obedient and subservient to him while in his presence. He didn't leave her to wait too long though, bringing forth his voice once more, this time with his attention upon her. "Come to avenge your friend little lamb?" a pause as he let his thick vocals loose in a breathy chuckle, no fear of the vengeance she might seek upon him. He was strong and capable, he had nothing to fear. "Or perhaps there is something more you want. Perhaps you came to see what the devil has brought, perhaps to glimpse a taste of the lupine strength." there was an echo of temptation to his voice. Her response would determine her fate. Should he tempt her closer he would share, though there was a price to be paid. A price she would learn first hand. There were ways to pay for his delicacies, sex, servitude, or even a delicate partnership that he of course ran, he would accept any. His form was still then save for the rise and fall of his chest as he gave silent breaths.

Translations:
Si non desinas ciens avis scavenging relinquo vobis erunt qui labores.= If you don't cease your squawking bird, there will be none that i leave for you scavenging annoyances.