The day that I die

What a lovely day. The sand under his paws sucked slightly at his toes as the hybrid ghosted along the edge of the water. He kept his distance, but only just. He was on the trail of his prey. He'd caught the scent about twenty minutes ago, and he'd been doggedly following the trail since then. His inky, fluffy, long coat gleamed, groomed impeccably, and his wicked crimson gaze scanned the area ahead of him, his nose full of the enticing scent.

It wasn't long before his quarry came into sight, and he stopped, narrow head lowering as he observed her. Hunting? A roar caught his ears, something that she didn't seem aware of just yet. Ahriman retreated further up the bank, our of reach. If she got out of the way, she'd be heading right for his path. However, as he turned, he saw instead a perfect opportunity. He was just in time to see the surge of water catch the silvery female, sweeping her away. Oh, what a perfect opportunity!

He flashed a toothy grin then molded his features into a valiant expression as he charged after the maiden in distress. The water was fast, but he managed to catch up to the waterlogged female. "Hang on!" He put a note of concern into his deep voiced shout, morphing his expresion to match, crimson eyes glittering like rubies as he dove in, just ahead, snapping his jaws for her scruff if she was close enough. He didn't give a damn if he hurt her. If he had his way, she'd be screaming herself hoarse by the end of the day.

His teeth were successful, and he hauled back with a not at all feigned growl, front paws sinking into the silt. Despite her smaller size, the force of the water was an extra amount of weight on his muscles. For a moment, he considered letting her go and letting the water take her, but that would be too easy.

He hauled harder, and eventually succeeded in dragging his prey onto the shore, away from the water. He wasn't exactly winded, but he threw a pant into his frame, even if it took a bit of effort to release her scruff to follow the act he had in mind. He dropped her, and stepped only slightly away, keeping the pant to his voice and the concern in his eyes and features as he looked her over. "H-h- Are you... alright?"