Demons

The alligator hadn't stood quite as good of a chance as it thought.



Seraph had been quietly exploring the swamp lands looking for an easy kill for dinner. Places like this were always riddled with creatures, but he hadn't considered that some might not enjoy a wolf coming in and taking their food. In hindsight, fishing probably wasn't his best option here. As soon as he'd stuck his paw in for one, the gator showed up. It was like it had been watching, waiting for him to slip up. Damned thing.



That was the alligator's only shot at a big meal, and it failed miserably. Seraph now focused his green eyes on the bleeding creature before him. Though it was clearly dying it continued to snap its jaws at him. A wide grin spread across his maw as he sat back on his haunches and waited for death to overcome the creature before him. He licked at the gash that ran down the leg and paw he had stuck in the water. If the gator had been a second faster, that leg wouldn't be there anymore. He stretched to loosen the limb back up, and watched the alligator's final moments. Thankfully this one was young and small. Seraph took the tail up in his jowls and dragged the thing along behind him. He was sure there must be some way to eat it, he'd just have to get through the skin first.



Distracted by his kill, Seraph didn't notice the scent of the wolf he was approaching until it was too late. His eyes narrowed in frustration as he spotted the multi-colored female ahead of him. Great, just what he hadn't wanted. He wasn't in the mood for talking, and he certainly wasn't in the mood to share his food. He stood there deciding whether to just turn and walk away or to stop where he was and ignore her, and decided he would move forward instead. He wasn't about to change plans because another wolf got in the way. Hopefully he could walk by without her looking for his attention.