Shimmering Sands Danger, Will Robinson

His breath plumes around him like mist in the early day. The bright sun tinting everything varying pinks and oranges, causing his blue-gray fur to look rusted red in the colors of a new day. 

His muscles work in overtime and the pads of his massive, meaty paws thump along the grass and newly forming sand. The pale orbs of his eyes have only one prize in mind: a deer. A smaller, quite possibly younger, doe. She hardly just lost the speckles of white spots that come as a tell tail sign of a newborn fawn. Though she is young, she’s a fast one.

Ulysses massive size gives him the strength of a bear but the speed of, well for a lack of examples, a dying animal. At this point he’s realized his paws sinking into the sun kissed sands of the coast. The doe is having a harder time traversing the terrain as her hooves dive deeper into the sand than his wide paws, acting as snow shoes.

She makes one odd mistake and goes tumbling across the sand, fumbling as she tries to make her gangly legs work–she’s not quick enough as Ulysses jumps over her. He’s staring her in the face and she rears her front hooves knocking him a good couple times in the eyes and face but it does nothing to hinder him as he lunges and snaps her neck in between his jaws. She’s cries and he gives her a violent shake, her body following suit as she lies limp in his grasp. Blood intertwines with his fur and drips into the sand. But for now he’s got another meal.