The fabric was dry and tasteless in his mouth, and held only a fraction of the scent that he wished to devour. Still it was satisfying to feel the texture rip and shear under the pressure of his jaws. Shreds of the woven fabric were emptied into the air around them, blinding him from the rest of the world as he was lost in the search of the flesh that lay beneath the dress. He was a beast possessed, set on his prize and without an alternate course. Never had Minos wished to hurt another without the command of his alpha (Haku or another) But he was without a leader, his own commander and he would taste the spoils of war. Even if the war was over and she knew nothing of allies and enemies.
In an instant she tumbled to the ground, footing lost by her lack off four full balanced legs. The white beast had always thought those upright were at a disadvantage. He fell to the ground as well, her dress still locked and laced among his teeth. But Minos landed on his paws and listened to her scream. The fear was laced among the other sweetness that painted her form, and Minos knew not why but wished to hear her vocals speak in a blood curdling screech. No more of these words, name and things that mean so little. They all spoke far to much. His belly growled now, an urge rising from a place even lower then that and propelling him to leap atop her. His mouth salivated with earnest, teeth tearing at the top of her dress, its fabrics likely the only thing that still saved her from his ravishings. He would teach her take words would not save her, maybe if she begged in the tone of a mere whimper he would take pity on her. But it was unlikely.