Saul lifted the anthropomorphic rabbit, that he vaguely remembered was his friend David, towards his face. His vulpine muzzle parted, fangs dripping saliva as the thought of fresh meat nearly dominated his very being...
David trembled, instinct telling him to fight his way free, to kick and scratch and run, but he was paralyzed by fear.
Tim, frozen, watched the horrifying scene before him, torn between the need to stop his friend and former lover, and the desire to join him... feast.
Saul opened his jaws wider, tongue absently lapping at the saliva in his mouth, and bit down, tasting the salty blood that filled his mouth.
With a hearty shake of his head, he growled his triumph, as his prey's larynx tore loose.
His prey... the werewolf -- who staggered, clutching his throat, and...