Totoka River sleep with the devil you know

the world around him was nothing more than a blur after he'd sprung from his position. his focus was solely that of the young otter, his teeth bared and ready to sink into tender flesh. he wasted little time in launching himself into the river, a hiss escaping him at the initial chill the frigid water had washed over him.

unlike that of his partner, the inky ghoul was not so fortunate in his hunt. the young otter had stuck to the waters where it had the advantage and had managed to slip away in all the commotion. frustrated, soaked from head to toe, and without any prize to show for his efforts, astaroth pulled himself from the river's grasp and turned to face the more fortunate of the two of them.