if i had a heart i would love you

Her taunting whispers danced against the fur of his ears, his hungry eyes locked onto the creatures before him, his jaws salivating. He knew the taste of innocent pups, he'd tasted that before. The tenderness of flesh as it bent between his jaws, as the tender flesh would rip and tear under his sharp canines. The taste of such young blood as it flooded over his tongue. It was exhilarating. His body tensed with desire, as her words tempted him- pushed him forward. His muzzle extending to nose the soft flesh of his children- it'd be so easy to snap their necks, so easy to take away their lives. So easy to end his torture before it began. Still he did nothing, other than nose the small bundles, feeling their supple bodies beneath his maw, as he touched them. He took in their scents, with a deep breath and hostile growl bubbling in his chest. The question was, would she stop him before he took their lives? Or would he bother to take them? Decisions. Decisions.