finders keepers

Wendigo was forced to roll off his would-be squishing victim, flopping onto his back with limbs bitten to shit and bleeding everywhere. She'd managed to get her snappy little baby teeth into his forelegs - and maybe his face, he wasn't sure anymore, he felt like he'd been bitten there at least once at some point - and chomp the fuck out of him which, really, he deserved that probably. Well, he knew when he was beaten, though honestly she'd probably prefer to have lost as he started carrying on like she'd disemboweled him. He yiped and yowled like a hurt pup, which in a voice like his was a weird sound. "Ooooooh owwwwwowowow mercy, mercy. Uncle! The beach is yours! I am... vanquished" He clutched at his chest with his bloodied forepaws a moment, curled up slightly into it and though convulsing, then went limp, limbs splayed and even his jaws gaped open with his tongue flopped out into the sand, eyes rolled back. Dead. Dee eee dee, dead.