Predators at the Throat: Phoenix vs Wolf

The members of Underworld sat by their campfire in the dead of night. Pluto looked upon his new elite mages, proud of the work he'd accomplished. "A toast," he said, raising his glass, "to the power of our guild!"

The members cheered in approval, and each downed a gulp of the water they had on hand. Armin then began sniffing the air. He got down on all fours, and began to follow the scent.

"What is it boy?" asked Gram mockingly.

Armin rose back to his feet, and began signing to Gram. "There's someone else nearby."

"Oh shit, really? Well let's go check it out."

"No," interrupted Pluto. "Armin will go alone. I'm sure you're hungry as well.  Have at it."

Armin nodded to his master and followed the scent into the woods. Pluto was right. His mouth salivated at the idea of the ripe flesh he would get to devour. It had been some time since he'd tasted human flesh. But as he got closer he realized, the scent was not that of a man, but of a bird. That didn't deter him in the slightest however, as he was still famished, and craving for meat. His lupine instincts kicked in as he took to all fours and sprinted to the source of the scent.