What We Do in the Shallows

Sephiran’s domineering stance was unwavering as he waited to see how this girl would react to his challenge. Part of him expected her to flee or cower in a display of submission. But all he noticed was the stiffening of muscle, which may have been entirely instinctive. Aside from that, she seemed more upset than defiant, given her snarky remark. At that moment, a memory of one of his sisters formed inside his mind. She had a similar response to her first experience with gore but quickly overcame it after partaking in the next slaughter of an animal. Perhaps this girl needed the same experience? Or, was she destined to become his new plaything? These thoughts occurred in his mind as Sephiran carelessly dropped the fox, having lost interest in it now that it was dead and growing cold. He simultaneously took a few steps in her direction, wading into the water until it covered his paws. His claws dug into the soft sand, shifting between his toes while the water washed away some of the blood.


The closer he came, the more he realized how close in age they must be, which sparked more interest. She was notably smaller than him, and it was apparent that she wasn’t missing any meals. She was well-groomed and had an air of confidence in her. As if she knew she could run to safety if she needed to. Connecting all the dots, he assumed that she likely had a pack to call home. “Not inefficient. Too efficient.” He sneered, his gaze trailing along every curve of her frame. “It died far too quickly- He wondered how soft her body and fur felt. How sweet and viscous her blood must be, given she was properly nourished.“-don’t you think?” His lips curled into a perverse sneer.


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