Dog Teeth

Esther walked briskly along the invisible border, pack stench rising from the grass and filling his nose, and he shuddered. He needed out of this place quickly.

His ma told him of the dangers of the pack, how they would shred them both if they happened to find him. He didn't understand what would drive anyone to kill someone as nice as his ma, which deepened the fear. They had already gotten to ma, which meant he was next. Death was something that didn't tend to disturb him, but the idea of canine teeth rending flesh from bone sent uncontrollable shivers down his spine. He didn't want to die like that, like ma did. Not ever.