Moon and the Monster

A larger dark shadow came from the black surroundings with a splash and a bound, giving the shimmering white Spirit pause as he tackled the beast, causing it to abandon its initial attack and flip in the wolf’s grasp. She caught a brief glimpse of golden eyes before the male was submerged beneath the thrashing reptile, and she took the opportunity to dart in like a viper herself, slashing for the armpit, sinking her canines deeply and wrenching back.

The blow wasn’t a killing one, but the pain was such that the beast gave a savage heave, rolling free of the jaws of the other wolf and slumping with a hiss before rallying on its three good legs and surging at the white woman. She danced aside, eyes flicking around the surroundings before they lighted on a sturdy branch about a foot and a half long.

She lunged for it, grasping it in her jaws behind her long canines and twisting her head, lunging forward as the gator surged to meet her, jaws gaping. She took the plunge, head darting between the jaws, which came down on either end of the branch clamped in her teeth, wedging it firmly. The result was a great deal of thrashing as the woman leapt free of the beast, eyes glancing toward the male to check if he was alright.

The strategy had been a good one that he’d chosen, but at the detriment of his own life, she wasn’t certain she would be willing to allow the stranger to take that risk again. The beast’s fate was certain in her mind, though. With the hide as tough as it was, this creature would be a likely candidate for both feeding her pack and providing a few pieces of armor.

Not only that, it was close to her lands and she didn’t fancy the thought of these beasts crossing into the plains or the moor. There were no pups, not yet, but the future might hold them at some point, and the thought of a child being caught by one of these sickened her.

The gator thrashed and splashed, hissing in fury and pain as it fought to free its gaped jaws from the branch, but jaws that were perfect for clamping down shut on prey were not so strong at forcing open far enough to escape the infuriating bit of wood. As it thrashed, she studied it, though the time that passed could hardly have been more than a few seconds before she lunged in to slash her canines for one of its eyes.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think