proverbial sunrises

His head tilts slightly as she seethes back at him. Ah, so swearing was the right way to go to rile the little girl up. Smirking in his own twisted way, he focuses back on the spar at hand. Who did he think he was? Ghoul, the pup who would soon be a part of her nightmares. Feeling the pinch of her skin between his teeth, the burly pup rips away as her own jaws reach up toward his ear. Thankfully, he had flattened them before engaging and she ends up grabbing ahold of the side of his cheek.

As their bodies pounce away from each other, blood tinging his pale fur, he doesn't miss a beat. Lunging back in as quickly as he had before, Ghoul aims this time for her shoulder. Side-stepping slightly so that he can reach around, he opens his mouth once more in hopes of tasting her blood again.

"Ghoul"