Otter Creek Malvado

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Strong kicking legs propelled the pantherine figure forward. He looked at the creature’s slim legs - like sticks strapped to a lean haunch of meat. It would not have much of a chance of fighting him off. Juárez blew bubbles to the surface of the water, aiming to draw the spindly little thing’s attention before he struck.

A moment of hesitation gripped him. He did not know if this thing would make for a good meal. He also did not know if it suffered from a condition that had created this eerie little body.

The sensation of lust did not apply. He had scented it. It had lured him from the shade of the trees, after all. Strange as it was, it still had enough for him to hold. When the bubbles had died away, freed on the surface of the water, Juárez surged toward the little thing. He reached with his arms to pin it and his fangs aimed to hold its narrow throat in a dangerous clasp.