my name is death [M]

He was in the area. For some reason... he never drifted too far. That island in the center of the lake was his solace. The cavern off to that end? His mate's denning site. This lake? As far as he was concerned, it was the center of operations. If ever he wasn't patrolling, he was nearby. Water in the heat of summer was a wonderful thing. No questions about it.

Tonravik had taken a craving for fish heads. It was only a matter of time before the corpses she left scattered along the shore began to attract attention. There'd been a mountain lion in the area. They'd run out a skulk of foxes once this season. If any of those predators remained, no doubt, the fish bodies would lure some creature in.

His mate howled. Foxes again. The rascals were thick as thieves in these parts. He turned, abandoning his drink as he circled the lake's perimeter and dove into action. Tonravik was after one headed that way. Iqniq picked up the other, catching it by the tail as it tried to slip away. Light weight and scrawny, he tossed it in the air, caught it by the neck and shook it until the creature broke beneath his jaws. He dropped the corpse and went for another.