West, after his battle of life and death.

blood started to drip from julians shoulder blades he groaned as the tree shook he grabed the trunk as the pain grew stronger,

West accesively threw himself against the thick truck, waiting for it to give way. He slowly grew exhasted and tired, his cravings grew.

the blood from julians shoulder dripped down the tree towards the best,

West felt warm liquid hit his cracked muzzle. He pinned his ears against his nape then brought his slimy tonge out through a gab in his jaggered teeth. It picked up the blood and his venis pulsed just by the drip. He screamed, thick salivia running down him as he kicked at the tree.

Julian felt the tree crack under neath him and then the wind going up against him as he started to fall down, when the tree was in mid air he jumped pushing him self off the tree towards the next one he grabbed it and held onto it, he saw Bronte land on the ground quietly, looking up at him, Julian put his finger over his mouth and made a symbol, be quite, and then gave the shew sign,
Bronte ran off into the forest not to be seen

West screamed wickedly in victory then moved on, only to thrash into a new tree. He screamed in anger then kicked out again. Then the smell of the two seperated. He snorted loudly then sniffed the air.