Under the Wolf Moon

Lament held on with sheer tenacity, determined not to let the creature slip his grasp. The cool embrace of the ocean sloshing against his shoulders. Born from the thrashing motions of the creature they held beneath the waves.

He watched as Hattori stole a kiss of air from the surface, and was prepared to intervene if necessary, at the cost of the kill. Hattori went down again, shoving the creature further to its watery grave, as Lament rode out the thrashing of its back. When it almost slipped free of him, Lament dove his head under the waves, gripping a paw in his elongated fangs, and snapping his head to the side. The crack of bone told the fate of its leg as the Ademre resurfaced for a breath.

Some of the strength went out of the Jaguar’s thrashing, and then more as its lack of air weakened its movements. Hattori took another breath under Lament’s watchful gaze, and the creature went limp. They hung there together for a time, Lament and Hattori, until they were certain the beast was dead. “It’s an honour to fight at your side, Shogun” was all he said.

The fire marked wolf dove beneath the surface, gripped the cat by its neck, and pulled the sodden dead weight to the surface, and began to move back to shore. He would dry the coat and separate it. It could be added to the packs winter stores.

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