good enough

“She tried to make me a slave!” the words came out, sudden and hot and without an ounce of thought. He instantly regretted it, but he couldn’t bite them back. He ran a little harder, pounding his paws to the earth. His anger re-remembered and stronger now than his hunger. It boiled inside of him, and left him adrift. He didn’t know how to deal with it.

He snapped at the closest sheep, trying to snap his teeth around its skin, it bayed in terror, running faster and more erratic. Citadel knew he had to get himself under control or he’d risk ruining this hunt.