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The sound of arguing had roused him from where he was resting. He was finally recovering from his 'punishment and he was rather bored. Why would he be bored, you might ask. It was simple. He needed to hurt others to enjoy life. He stalked closer until he spotted what he had been hearing. Eyes finding two canines and a sick smile dancing on his maw.

New toys for him to chew on? What a delight this was. He noted they were much larger, so he hatched a plan. Body shifting into an Irish Wolf Hound. He was larger and in charge, as far as he was concerned. The male was still blabbering on as he lurched forward. He would yank the male away from his sibling, or girlfriend, or whatever she was, by he shoulder.

Razor sharp teeth buried in the flesh he could taste blood and it thrilled him. He would toss his head, hard, to slam the male down before bringing his paws down hard on the other canine. A snarling growl leaving him as he shot his head forward to rip into the canines other shoulder. Putting all his weight onto the other until he heard the crack. He would step back and smirk coldly as he lowered his head to take a paw into his maw.

Bitting down and shaking his head until he heard the same crunch. The moment he let go he would leap away and turn to face the female. If the male got up, he would put him back in the dirt. Then again, he doubted the male was going to do much now. The female was a threat still and he bared his bloody fangs at her. Studying her with mild interest. Would she put up a fight? Probably. That would be fun.

So he lunged forward. Attempting to grab her by the ear with his maw. Wanting to shred it if he could.

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