I got your killer whale.

Ezekiel tears into the tail, ripping apart the powerful muscle before retreating away as he feels the flipper tense and begin to raise and forcing him to disengage the back end. The man ignores the shocking cold of the water that the beast brought up with it, more focused on the art of hurting and killing than aware of the freezing climate around him. It writhes on the beach, trying to smack the wolves who are inflict pain on it and failing miserably.

A dreadful smirk tugs at his lips as Zeke steps back in, raising his front end up off the ground to place his paws on the lowering tail so he can wrestle it back to the ground. Teeth go to work as he pits his strength against the killer whale’s knowing that it will win in the end but that it is more than a little distracted right now. Jaw works as he attempts to saw through the blubber and muscle, more focused on hurting than the actually repugnant taste of it all.


"Ezekiel Saxe"