Hiss! Rrrrreow!
Mak's ears twitched, his head rising as he stood crouched in the shadows. Cats were fighting nearby and he was oh-so hungry. His lips curled and his eyes narrowed as he lumbered through the darkness, his breath hot as he found his "prey". A dispute between two strays, no doubt, that would end in a rather cruel supper. Mak wasn't much of a cat person, though. He didn't care right now. The emptiness in the pit of his stomach was too much. He shouldn't have spent the last of the money in his pocket on beer. He should've eaten.
With a leap from the darkness and a snarl, Mak's clawed hands grasped one of the startled felines. It wriggled in his grasp, spitting and yowling. Closing his jaw on the cat's head, Mak crunched down on the skull and the stray was silenced. Without another word, and quite a gnawing sense of shame at having to eat a damn cat, the werewolf worked quickly on devouring his meal. How pathetic.
we are shining in the rising sun, as we are floating in the blue