The titan grabbed, and kept, the attention of the wolf, and it raised its hackles and watched him with guarded eyes. It wanted back to its tree, but he stood in its way. He was curious to see if the creature would attack him to get free, but he never got the chance to find out.
Deathbelle grabbed hold of its tail, and the cat turned towards her. Sirius prepared himself to leap, and hurt the words Deathbelle shouted to him. Ever obedient to the wishes of his liege, he subtly changes his trajectory, and pounced at the cat. He drove it into the dirt with the weight of his body, and dug one long, elongated fang into its throat. Puncturing the skin and the artery, he heald the best still with his body, ignoring its bucking, flailing, death throes. He let its life blood wet the floor before him, until it last it shuddered and fell still. That had to be the cleanest kill he had ever managed, other then a bit of blood that soaked the front of its coat; that they could wash out, it had nothing but a small puncture wound on its neck, and nothing else to mar the coat.
Pleased with himself, he untangled his limbs from the beast and stepped back. He licked blood from his fang, and turned his attention to Deathbelle. He looked her over with a critical eye, and was pleased to note she had sustained no injuries from the beast. This really was the cleanest predatory kill he had ever managed.
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