YOU'VE BEEN HIT BY A SMOOTH CRIMINAL

Jay could smell the she-wolf. And he knew what he smelt. A gorgeous she-wolf layed in front of him, her fur billowing in the air that had forged its way into the old human structure. Her pink eyes looked sightless, yet he knew she could see. Her body was beautifully crafted, with long legs and a well-muscled body, she was perfect in his eyes. but a bit older than he...It was....a proud female. He snarled faintly, and waited for her to hear...but she remained still and down. He knew that she had found the spot where he had slaughtered the lone wolf. The body was taken care of, of course, but she didn't need to know that. She was a pack wolf...he couldn't take any chances with her seeing him. Jay lurked in the black shadows right in front of her, pacing very silently back and forth, back and forth. Suddenly, he stopped, and sat down in a spot he knew the old wood wouldn't scream out. All 158lbs of him was still and silent. 'Should I kill her?' he thought maliciously. 'Should I take her life or favor her only because she is a thing of beauty...'