[ HOME MADE MEAL ¦ joiner ? ]

what was beauty to the layman but a pretty camouflage to hide behind?

He did not know beauty of the body, was not what one would in any way label beautiful - rather the opposite - no beauty to the malignant beast was found in the flesh consumed, the hot red blood spilling, the beating of a heart in his jaws

Beauty of he was to call it that - was a visceral thing to him.

And any other day, instead of admiring this small one tear into a carcass he might have foundinsult for taking resources that were theirs but no - anyone was a recruit, if they were older and trespassing they’d have been made a slave - a bloodless - to eventually learn the right ways of thinking.

But this one was but a pup - and pups were malleable, a perfect recruit.

A rumbling gurgling sound, halfway between a growl and a laugh as the looming monstrosity overshadowed the tinier hybrid ”had your fill little one?”