His teeth sink into flesh, tearing, grinding, ripping apart from the throat of his prey, his paws holding the carcass down as his maw pulls upward.
Blood dripped and spattered beneath as he chomped, swallowing and going in for more.
The hunger was on him, and he needed to be sated. He looked up and his eyes flashed, reflecting the light of the moon.
And he woke in a cold sweat, with the taste of iron on his tongue.