You were cornered , the darkness enclosed around you as the scent of blood filled your nose. It was your blood. As your fur prickled in fear you heard a laugh of pure enjoyment and sadism. It had been Breeze , the dog you suspected the sweetest of the pack. Why as she here? Was she was here to assist you? Bring you home?

“ The fear-dog must be glad. I can scent your fear from a rabbit-chase away... “

Breeze barked , grinning as she bared her sharp teeth. Her claws laced in blood.