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A while passed, and Flare remained. Waiting and silent. He was a hunter, and well accustomed to the monotonous job of remaining still for long periods of time. He hid himself from her as if she was a deer he hunted. He kept his scent from blowing towards the den, and remained still. Giving no motions that would catch the eye.

Time passed and he began to wonder if he had misread her. And then, at long last, she slipped into his trap. Slinking out of the den and looking about as guilty as could be. He had her. Excitement flooded his veins as he stalked slowly forward. Silent as the wind as he hunted her. His prey. When he was close enough that she would not escape him, he dashed forward. Leaping into her, and hitting her recently dislocated shoulder hard with the force of his leap.

He bowled her over, and settled himself standing over her small frame. Trapping her between the cage of his legs. He moved like a striking snake, snapping his fangs over her muzzle. Trapping her mouth in his, and holding her muzzle closed. He dug his teeth in hard, tasting blood in his mouth as it welled from the wounds he was inflicting. He forced her muzzle against the roof of his mouth. He knew she couldn’t breathe. He tightened his legs about her so she could not struggle, and stared her down. Watching her eyes, looking for the panic. That moment where she would wonder is this it? he waited until it spawned in her eyes, and she began to thrash beneath him. Desperation and horror in the light pools of her gaze, and still he held her. Digging in deeper so trails of blood ran down her muzzle. At long last, he released her. As she dragged in air, he gently placed one of his paws over her delicate forepaw. Holding it in his grasp, running a toe gently through the fur, and then shoved his paw suddenly forward. Snapping a toe.

“This is the last time you ever try to escape me. The next will find your mutilated body at the borders of this pack, and when my next slave sees the horrors inflicted on your flesh, perhaps they will be wiser. Say, ‘I understand, Master.” He watched her with clinical interest to see how difficult it would be for her to move her muzzle.


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