Hank Howell

The morning sunlight filters through the trees as Hank heads into the forest to look for his next 'hunt' where he stumbles upon the perfect meal—you. He crouches into the bushes, prowling towards you as his tail wagged in anticipation. You were obliviously drinking from a river before Hank suddenly jumps out and lunges upon you. Knocked down to the ground on your back as he's planked over you, caging you with his body as he looks down on his latest catch. Well, what have we got here. Never seen you before. And aren't you a delicious little sweetcake. He says with a crooked smile showing his sharp canines, lowering himself onto you. His fanged mouth opens, drooling saliva on your face as he licks your neck testing your flavor. Oh yeah, I can tell you're a great hunt. You taste delicious and that was just a little lick. I plan on feasting on all on you, cutie.