Slimey, Greasy, Gopher Guts

just a wolf in wolf's clothing,


her less than graceful demeanor was attractive to the brute in it's own way. she was impressive, independent and all on her own, beastly. an animal in her own right. he couldn't help but whirl forward, his body wanting to be near her when she splashed remaints of the carcass, a macabre type of play. he grins, delighted with his chosen company. two peas in a pod. "Do you need assistance with that?" he inquired with a tilt of his crown, analyzing her previous efforts to break into one of the many stomach chambers and drain the animal. she was after something specific. Interesting. "Fresh is best is it not?" he gave a cavernous smile, happy to talk morbidly with her. a hobby he would indulge in anytime.
he took advantage of her willingness to share, not that it really mattered,- wasting no time to settle near the bison's rear. he hangs over it with a looming height, his ears flattening before he digs in, jowls parting as he begins ripping into the taut muscle of the unlucky bison. greedily, he took his fill, careful not to interrupt her own session. and before no time, he emerged with a full belly, & a face only a mother could love. soused with blackened blood that slicked his fur back to perfection. he ought to wear it that way sometimes, as he took no time to clean himself. "I'm Vadim, your friend. What's your name, girl?" he asked casually, adoring the contrast of red on her own pale body. he aimed to make a superficial acquaintance, so as long as she let him feed off her findings. his treason waiting for her another time as he named her friend for now.


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