Snakes on a plane

Another crack resonates from near the serpent's head, and suddenly it starts to coil more aggressively- a last-ditch effort at trying to protect itself from the wolves. Rhazien releases his hold, taking a step back to avoid getting whipped by its muscular body. Entrails spill onto the ground from the hole he created. A few more moments of spasming and writhing, and finally, the beast falls still and becomes a heap of sinew and scales on the lakeside shore.

Waiting a few more moments, ensuring the creature is dead before approaching it. Rhazien saunters back over, touching the limp body with a paw before feeling satiated. Turning his head to the boy, and cocking a brow at him. A smile cracks his bloodied features. “One last predator to worry about, hm?”  He croons, emphasis on the word predator, as they all know who is the real danger in these plains. Sephiran. “Where’d you learn to kill like that?” He inquires, figuring it was time he learned a little more about the boy.  

"Rhazien Saxe"