I AM YOUR NIGHTMARE IN THE FLESH

This wolf seemed silent for a reason, and whatever this reason was, it was getting extremely annoying. The cat snarled in annoyance, leaping down from her perch on the roof and screaming at the wolf, spittle flying from her mouth as every tooth in her maw was bared. The screech was like the sound made when she had dragged her claws across the metal roof, only deeper and much, much louder. She was angry now, she was ready to kill, to destroy, to rend. Rounded audits flattened against her skull as she emptied her lungs, pale optics narrowed until she was out of breath. Taking a deep breath, she glared at the stranger and lashed her tail back and forth in annoyance.
"You are on my last nerve, mutt."
She snarled, and disappeared into the shadowed doorway. The liquid she had tasted earlier had offered a slight lowering of her rage and need to destroy, for a few moments. Now it held much appeal, because the monster was now hell bent on getting this wolf to talk, to explain himself. Unsheathed claws dug furrows into the floorboards inside, leaving a trail behind her as she slunk to that room at the end of the hall, the one untouched by wolves. Finally she reached it, and began to lap up the foul substance, for she knew that she would need it to keep her newest plaything alive. She wanted to make him talk now, she wanted to hear his voice now, wanted to hear his vocal chords rumble, and then she would kill him, let her ears hear his last words. The tawny beast lifted her cranium and licked the remaining liquids from her lips. Venting her rage silently, she stood on her hind paws and toppled a stack of boxes and things, listening to the satisfying shatter of wood, glass, and the splatter of rotting foods. She panted a bit, and turned to leave the room and return to her victim.