Worn Out Faces

A mass of fur lay just feet from the water source, what once was once a rich honey had turned into a patchy brown. One would not be able to tell what the creature could have been by the way it was curled up tightly, but all you could tell was that it was biiiig. Face was hidden by a cluster of rocks the animal seemed to be curled up against, upper portion of the body slowly rising and falling. The air held their scent of blood mixed with filth, old darkened blood splattered along the back, scabbing visible along the spine.