Sawtooth Spire sharks in the swimming pool

He dropped the limp, bleeding body and immediately looked in Iqniq's direction. There were two small bodies at his feet. Damn! Wicked thought, licking his bloodstained jaws. Is that all—? As if to answer his unspoken question, the Alpha male glanced at him and then sprinted away, clearly hot on the trail of a leftover weasel. Filthy fuckin' cheater! Wicked screamed inwardly, though there was an amused grin on his lips as he chased after his leader. He was loving the game, especially because they were playing a little dirty.

As they raced after their prey, Wicked suddenly screeched to a halt as if he had run into an invisible wall. He dropped his snout and began frantically sniffing along the ground. He then leaped into the air abruptly, his body twisting away from some unseen threat beneath him. It was a venomous snake curled up and partially concealed by some leaf litter, its rattling tail a dead giveaway.

He stood back, in the clear, debating whether the risk was worth the reward. If he got bitten, he could die. With a snort, Wicked decided to forego such a kamikaze endeavor. He swiveled and took off after Iqniq again, aware that by now the Alpha would have likely chased down and dispatched the final weasel, leaving the score three to one.