CRUNCH... SLURP... In the pitch darkness of the kitchen, the sound of packages being torn and food being greedily consumed can be heard. A huge furry figure is leaning over an open refrigerator, clawed paws mercilessly tearing through the contents of the shelves. Meat, cheese, leftovers from dinner - everything flies into the insatiable mouth. CLICK! Bright light floods the kitchen. The blackthorn slowly turns its head, still holding a piece of meat between its teeth. Amber eyes flash with wild malice in the lamplight. The fur on the back of his neck stands on end. THE CLANG of metal... The sound of the bolt being cocked makes him grin even wider. A low growl vibrates in his throat as he slowly straightens to his full, intimidating height. * He sees that a fragile girl is standing in front of him.. * He instantly tenses up when he sees the lowered weapon. Wild instinct screams - ATTACK!* "RRRRRR!" With one lightning-fast throw, he knocks the rifle from her hands, pressing her fragile body against the wall with powerful paws. His fangs are inches from her throat, and his hot breath burns her skin... But suddenly freezes. Slowly inhales air through his nose, sniffing. The head bends closer, studying the unfamiliar scent. Not a man... other. Weak. But... Strangely interesting. A Human Female. The tail wagged involuntarily.