When she laughed his pleasure grew and he kissed her quickly. Yet at his mention of the deal there was something of a change. Transforming from dark and sexy, Amy grew a less friendly look. She was a business woman. Fang held back a small laugh at the new details of his desired lover. Sure, it was fine that she was but he found it hilarious that he hadn't figured it out prior to the offer that stood between him. After all, she was very independent.
Her ears perked, she listened to him and he again felt tickled. She was so serious when she wasn't playing about. Her mouth came up to grab at his ear roughly and, although he was semi–surprised, he found it attractive to have her treat him so aggressively. The final blow? Sure. He could do that. In fact, he could do what ever she wanted. As long as he got his reward when they were alone later. His ears perked as he turned those crooked wheels in his brain. But where to find a prey? That was the only problem, and a big one at that.
There was a noise as he thought on the issue that stood between him and his alone time with Amy. His head swung toward the collection of trees hiding what had created the sound. The wind whipped around, helping the man in his hunt, and blowing a smell to his nose. Dog. Male. Non-luperci. They were all very obvious in the rugged smell of a loner that dared to tred too closely to the dangerous pair. Game on, the german shepherd said as his eyes looked toward the female beside him. Then he kissed her roughly and moved toward the collection of trees silently, not a fault in his step.
As he neared the dog it was clear a meal was being finished off. A collection of animals, squirrel, rabbit, and maybe even a deer, drifted their bloody scents toward Fang as he made his way. He knew Amy would be after the dog sooner or later and debated on if she'd take the lead. If not, he picked up his pace and charged into attack. A surprised great dane met his body as Fang fell against him and flattened him out. Claws and fangs broke the helpless loner's skin. Yet it was too quick and painless to kill the canine instantly. The german shepherd rolled over and threw the male toward Amy's direction hoping she'd swing the second round of attacks. The dane snarled loudly as it began to drop into a more defensive mode.
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Fang Table By Cait.