Lets get messy

While the woman went to work on peeling the skin from the muscle, Sephiran was far too entranced in his own work to pay her any attention. Now that he had dipped his apparatus in both types of blood, he placed it on the earth before him to analyze its efficacy. The arterial blood seemed to soak deeper into the moss, while the venous blood was more superficial and coagulated at the surface. Making a mental note of this, Sephiran waited a bit longer to observe. And, once he felt satisfied with his discovery, he would pull himself back onto all fours and shift his gaze to Lurid. She had skinned the boy, perhaps wanting his pelt as some type of trophy. Whatever the purpose, Sephiran didn’t care… but he did feel the urge to rip it out of her jaws, just to assert dominance.

Licking the dried blood from his jowls and whiskers, Sephiran took several steps toward her. “You delivered.” He said, somewhat in disbelief still. It wasn’t common to find like-minded wolves, who partook in the gluttony of bloodshed for no real reason at all. Other than to satiate their own needs. “Will you continue?” He stopped once he was in her proximity, wanting to feel the warmth of her flesh as it rolled off her body in waves. If she continued to prove herself as being useful, he had no qualms about allowing her to walk away unscathed. But that meant she would need to impress him in different ways - was she up for the challenge?  

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