Whitefish River and come undone

I suck too, haha. Sixty hour work week part two right now.

So focused in his pursuit, Mordecai never caught sight or wind of the sentinel that stood guard on the other side of the bank. But he certainly noticed him when that flash of black broke the horizon between him and the game, all teeth bared and snarling in the waters that already threatened to slow him down completely if he let up even a little. But Mordecai was forced to do so, not wanting to either go barreling into the nuisance, or find himself with a face full of fangs.

Instead, the hunting Ostrega had to let his prey go for the time being. Bristled and primed, his adrenaline-charged body tore through the water to whatever higher ground he could achieve, if only to pose and threaten very much in the same ways. He was irritated, seeing those dimwitted ungulates fade out against the fog and foliage well ahead of him on dry land. His lips curled back to display his teeth; a snarl bubbled out over his tongue as he angrily lashed his sodden tail upward. Lands be damned for the moment, he was sore over the interruption of his tracking.