Swiftcurrent Creek the aftermath

Her short fur flared as much as it could with her excitement.

Between two sets of dark jaws, the fox would not suffer long. Nor did it need to! She needed the fur and skin upon it as pristine as could be managed. Puncture wounds upon its neck were to be expected, but she had no want to take a tail or whole limb!

The incessant screeching would end nearly as quick as it had began.

It would leave the two of them in a wake of electric, buzzing silence.