Otter Creek Malvado

Juárez snarled at the slender creature’s struggle. He aimed to latch his glistening teeth into the back of the little beast. His body pushed, forcing it under the water until he could get his control. The warning lash of his teeth snapped, mindlessly, trying to keep the sighthound from wiggling from his grasp.

The water sloshed around him and over him. He did not seem impacted by the touch of it. Juárez demanded control. He demanded this vile little thing hold still.

¡Quédate quieto!

Another snap of his teeth.

Hold still or I will drown you.