Swiftcurrent Creek the aftermath

She slammed the log—fierce in her motion, inciting his excitement and he drew further, the thumping within the log driving him toward the noise and chosen exit of their captive.

It didn’t stand much of a chance—for as much as Akavir would have to guess which direction it’s chosen escape would be, he was swift, jaws clipping to red fur and pulling it back, swinging it toward the creek’s huntress, ensuring that the loose grip he had on it would be made up with her own firm jaws—a pleasure in knowing they could be in tune and she would align not just the hint but the prey’s final swift ending moments. It would do no good for the critter to suffer—as all would hope to have a quick finality in their lives.