The moment his prey started to flee, Logan knew the game was up.
He launched forward, hoping to get a bite in, but his jaws only snapped onto dirt. Growling, he took the barest breath to shake the mud from his face before bolting forward, giving chase. There was the strangest sensation, and Logan felt as if he knew exactly where he wanted to sink his teeth into. First the legs, in order to bring the huge beast down, then its neck, twisting and ripping and...
Logan could feel himself salivating as his soft paws ate up the ground silently. Only after a few moments however, he felt his breath grow short. With a limited time to attack, and such pathetic stamina than what he was used to, Logan knew he had to get a bite in before his prey escaped. Just down this brute, and he had enough food to last him a month. Maybe even two.
Mine. He snarled deep and low as he forced his body faster, further... determined that he would feast tonight and sate himself.