Gordon
There was something about blood. It satiated the beast in me, even if the human part of me was disgusted as Voss tore through the poor elk's flesh like a piece of paper. Usually, hunting like this wasn't something that we did often. Werewolves can survive with both human food and animals. But over the years, we have learned to maintain a civilized nature, surviving on what basic humans basically survive. Of course, for our wolves to stay powerful, hunting was mandatory. But it was usually twice a month or so. However, with Voss, it wasn't no longer once or twice a month anymore.
It was everyday now.
"f**k, stupid animal," he hissed, almost kicking the dead thing as he moved away. "I hate stupid people and stupid animals,"
"Are you done now?" I grimaced, feeling nauseated.
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