soul hunting

[dusk]

Though the air was full with the scent of any normal wolf's pray, Izay felt only disgust. Izay was no normal wolf. His two tails, his long toung. He was nothing of the sort. No. As he lay crouched by the trail, waiting, all he thought about was the delicious taste of human soul.
Izay was crazed. His eyes were wild, his fur was frizzled. He was crazed with the lust for blood.
He heard a stroller and crept back. Just as a young woman, her husband, and a three week old baby strolled by, he struck. First, he killed the man. The soul the man would carry would be tough and hard to chew, so he let it pass through. Next he turned to the woman. He instintly knew she wasnt the mother. She was pregnant, atleast a month into pregnancy. The child was to young to be hers. Infact, he could smell that the child was adopted. So he jumped, his sharp teath latching on her enlarging stomach. He sucked out the premature soul with the womans, making her a zombie like vessle. Then he bathed the baby in blood. The woman's throat ripped open like paper, showing the child in her fresh, red blood.
Izay then began to softly lick away the blood. The baby giggled. It GIGGLED at his adopted parent's death, at the blood, at the poison tipped toung lashing across its little face. Izay loved the irony.
But then he killed it.