to the depths

Teeth dig into his thigh as he lunges for a second coyote. A bony spine crunches loudly between his teeth as greasy fur gets stuck in all the wrong places. Ghoul grunts, a mixture of pain and anger as he drops his second victim and turns on the third. His focus is attempting to curl backward enough to grab ahold of the scruff of the ballsy coyote but another jolt of pain digs into his vulnerable shoulder.

Snarling, Ghoul whips his haunches around to try and fling the third coyote off. As he does, he whirls his front end back around to try and remove the fourth coyote. From the side of his vision, he attempts to keep an eye on the girl, but after he notices just how large she is, he’s not quite worried that she’ll be in much danger.

Blood begins to seep down his legs and onto the sand. The brawl is a good release for whatever unnamed emotion has been simmering inside of him. Exhaustion begins to overtake the adrenaline and fury, but he doesn’t relent. Not until every last mongrel is taken care of.