My Doctor Told Me To Start Killing People

He lied still for a time as the water numbed his pain. The sting of salt was no longer felt. He closed his eyes, welcoming the relief as he thought about the fight. He had emerged victorious for the second time, against a cat much larger and who should have been stronger then he was. But the big ' ol pussy cat just couldn't handle him he guessed.

Releasing an inaudible sigh, he hadn't scented the newcomer as he charged towards him. His back was to the beach after all, and all he could smell was the bitter tang of blood and salt and ocean. But the moment he felt something grabbing at him, he immediately jumped to his feet, fur bristling and teeth baring as he whipped around. His posture could be compared to an angry cats, for he had been taken by surprise. He didn't know if this was some sort of surprise attack or maybe even an ambush, but he wouldn't put it past someone to try. Especially since the wolf smelled of a pack.

"Who are you?" He demanded a name, the male taking a threatening step towards the boy as he awaited an immediate answer lest fur went flying. And as injured as he was, he still had plenty of fight in him.