kiss of the bay

Ebony crown skull dips as fleshy, pink tongue darts out from between blackened lips to lap up the cool, refreshing water. A dry season was rampant as even the bay seemed to hold less water than it should have. The analytical male had noticed it was a rather quiet journey with not much prey scurrying about. Most must of migrated to larger sources of water, a trip he and Mikaela would have to make soon. It wouldn't be long before the rumbling of his empty stomach would trigger the brute into action. For now, he would have to settle on giving his poor paw pads a quick rest.