The wolf lifted his head, ears tipping back. It saw Jo and threw back it's head, moonlight glistening off a blood soaked muzzle. The creature lowered it's head, ears flattened, lips skinned back in a growl that reveled rows of sharp fangs.
Fur bristled on the back of it's neck and a chainsaw snarl erupted from the depths of his chest. The creature waited for her to come within range and attempted to lunge and snap at the girl.
The beast was hungry, ravenous really, and thrilling at this city that was his new playground, if only for the evening.