Playing with the demons in my head

Sephiran would have kept to himself, his attention having been consumed by the task he had created for himself. But somewhere not far off, the crunching of underbrush, as it fell victim to wolfen paws, caught his attention. His head lifted from his kill, blood dripping in strings from his jaws and back onto the earth. His tongue had to slide across his mouth and nostrils to clear some of it away, as he inhaled the new scent lingering nearby. His eyes scanned his surroundings, skull swiveling upon his shoulders as he waited for whatever was coming in his direction to appear before him.

After several moments of waiting, he saw the silhouette of a male wolf lingering just beyond the treeline that surrounded the small clearing. Sephiran response was impulsive and purely animalistic, as his lips curled to bare his fangs. His tail rose over his hips, pelt bristling as a domineering snarl resonated from inside of his chest. He placed a paw on the fawn's decimated body, hovering over it possessively.

It was meant to serve as a warning to stay away.

"Speech"