Mudminnow River they slithered from eden

mahler might have taken the time to laugh, had not his well-earned kill been clutched in the woman's mouth. he had swept after her, grunting in pleasure when she collapsed due to her own foolishness. currently, he bounded her with four legs; her muzzle was occupied by the bird. the gargoyle stood over the intractable little thing, and presently he dipped his own broad snout down to sniff with half-hearted interest at her guard hairs.
"if you were starvink, i vould have given it to you." he could kill again; prey was scarce, but mahler had caches of now-frozen meat hidden upon the bypass. however, he would not abide thievery. making no move to grapple the bird from her, mahler merely towered above the downed woman, muzzle close enough now so that he might feel his breath and know he would grab her if she tried to run a second time.