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It would have been wise of you to run and escape while you still had the chance. Unfortunately, your stomach had another plan: to hold as much venison as possible until the next town. It had been weeks since your last meal, and you couldn’t possibly ignore the lone doe nestled silently in a nest of dead leaves. She had put up quite the fight, but your fangs ended her struggle efficiently, and you were left with the spoils of your efforts.
Pound after pound of bloodied flesh slid down your throat, sating that empty feeling. You hadn’t any time to truly enjoy this kill, your senses alerting you to every unfamiliar disturbance.
The rapid crunching of leaves signaled an approach. You froze, brown-tinged ears swiveling about and barely recognizing the footfalls of those you regarded as neither friend nor foe. A wave of relief washed over your form, though you remained vigilant.
The very last mouthful of meat fell passed your jaws before issuing a low growl, warning the pair to keep their distance once they were within range. The sight of them disgusted you to no end, but you couldn’t ignore the panicked expressions and heavy breathing. The female was bleeding, her flesh sizzling where she hadn’t bothered to dig out the silver bullet buried in her left shoulder. There was no sympathy to be felt for these foul things. They deserved to be hunted.
“Hey! Didn’t mean to ruin dinner for you, but we have a little problem on our hands,” the male chuckled nervously, his eyes roaming frantically into the dark. “We need these hunters off our tails.”
What this mutt was saying had to be a joke. They wanted you to protect them! Not even by the skin of your teeth would you even consider flicking your tail in their general direction.
His face became a combination of confusion and anger as he watched your lips curl into an amused, toothy grin.
“What the hell’s so damn funny?” the mongrel snarled, inciting you to press one paw before the other, stalking closer as fresh blood dripped from your own snarling maw. You had half a mind to tear his pathetic throat out when, albeit shakily, he stood his ground.
The female wisely stumbled backward and eyed you cautiously. It was mildly gratifying to know that they weren’t all as dumb as they looked.
He groaned nervously, frustration eating at him as his eyes squeezed shut for a moment. His voice was pleading, begging. “Please. You think we’re below you and all that shit, we get that, but we just wanna li—.”
The mongrel’s plea was interrupted by the familiar noise of gunfire, a well-aimed bullet piercing the night air along with his heart. A muffled gasp being the only utterance from the woman before she, too, was gunned down mercilessly.
Instincts took hold of your mind in that instant. You needed to escape and fast, lest you receive a silver bullet to your own heart.