Lost Lamb

It was an addiction, this little knack for cruelty. He wasn't really thinking about it, to him.. it was amusement. He didn't currently see the harm he was doing to her, to him.. she was being ignorant and needed to be taught a lesson. He was doing her a favor, protecting her, building her. His grin was spread wide as ever across his muzzle as he entered the den and she asked if he was Zuriel. No, no. Not Zuriel.

Aahh, there it was. She figured it out. The panic. He couldn't help it, his great lungs expelled and laughter ripped out of his throat despite his efforts to remain quiet and menacing. The berries that went flying just made it all the more comical.

He settled down as he watched her, actually feeling some sort of empathy for her now that he was witnessing her panic up close and personal. That didn't stop him though, no. This was necessary.

"Why have you strayed so far from your flock, little lamb?" He growled and lunged forward, teeth snapping audibly close to the poor girl's face.

"I have you trapped, I could eat you and not one member of the pack would know. The Shepherd will not be able to protect you. No one can stop me." Did it click yet? Did she understand? These rules were for her protection. He would continue to scare her for the moment, though he hoped his efforts would provide results. If not, perhaps she would remain with the flock out of pure fear regardless.

He brought his little act to an end and pulled himself out of the den, leaving her a little room to wiggle out as well.. though she would have to feel his presence and brush by him to do so. He intended on keeping it that way, not allowing her to create any distance between them.

"This den is forbidden, your home is with the rest of the lambs. I want to watch you fill it in, immediately." His red eyes narrowed at her, his words spoken through a clenched jaw.