"Hey, fuckhead!"
Startled, the creature spun, scattering leaves and dirt, as two men stepped boldly out from behind a tree.
His prey – his prey – hovered behind them, eyes stretched wide, shaking fingers pressed against her mouth.
The smell of metal thick in his nostrils, the wolf bared his teeth in warning and backed slowly away. The men followed, guns in hand. His prey stayed where she was, sinking to the ground, legs unable to support her.
Unwilling to face the guns but loathe to leave his victim, the wolf's eyes darted back and forth between the woman and the hunters.