Whitefish River and come undone

It's okay, my internet has been a piece of crap for days now and I don't dare run up my data plan on my phone any more than I have.

Mordecai watched as the swarthy creature moved to a better standing. That alone put them on more equal grounds, which didn't fare well for either of them if things went any more awry. He had hoped that the other wouldn't have proved to move, if only so he'd keep blocking in the path in a lesser friendly spot. Another low growl emerged from the depths of his wet chest, and the Silvertip Ostrega fumbled for just what to do.

That was when he decided to try and slink by, closing in the distance between them minutely as he kept to the shallows. Maybe if he could slip by he could flee better, and perhaps take up the pursuit of the ungulates where ever they had gone. Assuming they hadn't just gone running towards the Plateau and into the waiting jaws of the pack that resided there.