The howling cut the air, shadows approached with the wolf’s trot. A great mass of shade with twin gleaming eyes on two. He remained floating for a moment and leaped in Dexter’s direction. Heavy paws with sharp icicle-like claws sharpened ready to meet his flesh if he gave in the target.
He would ignore the girl. She wasn’t part of his game.
From the ground, a black circle grew, that was game over for this lamb.