Over Cooked

Cifarelli didn’t need much prompting. He went to work on extracting the mother from the den, grabbing her by the scruff to yank her out into the open. For now, Rhazien stood back and observed - prideful in the fact that the younger Saxe knew where the spinal cord met the skull. A single crunch and he severed the cords, killing the mother with ease.

Rhazien hadn’t thought much about a father. But of course, as karma would have it, the male coyote showed up just in time to see his mate being decimated. It growled in protest, as Cifarelli grabbed a pup and crunched it within his jaws. The coyote snarled, attempting to lunge at Cifarelli. Rhazien released a throaty laugh, lunging forward to grab it by the scruff before it could reach the boy. If Cifarelli wanted it to watch, Rhazien would make sure its attention was unwavering.

He pinned it down by the shoulders, anchoring it in place with its weight. It snapped wildly at the air, sending empty threats at the boy. “Perhaps he needs to see more dismembering?” Rhazien encouraged Cifarelli, wanting him to satiate his blood lust.

It was also fun to watch the boy enjoy himself so much.

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