Dog Teeth

He was too slow.

The first approached with pleasant smiles and gentle greetings, but Esther saw through her. He saw through them both. They'd talk softly and slowly like they would a newborn babe, lure him in. And then they'd tear each of his limbs one by one, rip and shred at his guts, and laugh at him as the life slowly left is body. Vicious creatures they were, and he knew it.

Lucky then, that he wasn't a newborn babe. But then again, it was he who lingered upon tainted lands, this was his own stupid fault. He backed away, tail between his legs, muzzle wrinkled in a fearful snarl.

She told him her name, but he already had a name for her: Demon.

"G-get away!" He warned them, paws inching closer to the river bank. There was no way that he could escape this. "Get the FUCK away from me, y-you packdog BITCH!" He repeated the sentiment more agressively, hoping to drive them away. He didn't really know the meaning behind the vulgar words he spat, but he knew they were offensive enough to warrant at least a brief pause.