Still Life On The Water

Sidero couldn’t believe she was going to die like this: brained to death by a heron. After all she’d been through, this had to be the most ridiculous way to go. No one would miss her she supposed and maybe no one would find her body. Maybe she’d just sink to the bottom of the estuary and be eaten by some passing fish. Yeah, that’s probably what would happen.

However, before she could succumb to her fate, a flicker of a large shadow passed over her along with a growl. Oh god, apparently the wolf thought it better suited to end her than the heron. But, instead of teeth closing around her neck she heard the strained honks of the heron. Peering out from her paws, she saw a huge red wolf violently mauling the avian, tossing it around like a ragdoll unti, finally, a sickening crack stilled its flailing body.

The heron was tossed at her paws and the wolf moved closer to her. With a whine she tucked her tail to her belly and crouched to the ground, submitting immediately. Then, the wolf offered her the bird. She blinked, her body shaking violently. This had to be a trick, she was sure of it, no one just gave up a meal like that. Especially not to her. No, she wouldn’t fall for it. “N-no. Y-y-you killed it, i-its yours. I w-wouldn’t dare put m-my f-filthy, undeserving paws o-on something of y-yours,” she stuttered out.