Don't Taunt The Puppy
A smear of blood, red, across his lips. He wipes at it with the back of his hand and grins, much in the same was as a young child would swipe at a milky beard with a smile on his or her face.
(Don't taunt the puppy. He might bite.)
His hair sticks up in every direction, more of a mess than usual. It is the only downside of pressing into the warm, angular neck and shoulder area of his victims. Every time, it pushes back and messes up his hair, hair product be damned.
At least he's a tidy eater.
His tongue darts out and he licks the rest of the blood from his lips.
Peroxide white with red streaks is not a good look. People tend to notice when he has blood all over him.
(It's all fun and games until it isn't anymore. Until it's real.)