I pant, snarling and pacing the back lawn. The full moon hits my fur, only enraging me further. Blood… I need blood… I need… I howl, claws shredding the grass beneath my huge paws. The back light turns on, and I whirl around, ready to kill, when I scent… I stalk over, muzzle wrinkled in a growl. I know that kind face… my mate!!! I boof, tail starting to wag as I head bump them. My mate!!! My mate!! All soft and juicy and lovely!! I rub up against them, my aggression forgotten. My huge, leathery tongue swipes up their face as they sputter and push my big head back. I grumble and purr, wanting belly rubs. Bandit wants belly rubs!! Now!!