Lost Creek Hollow Poison and Whine

After he was sure his food wasn’t going anywhere, he shook out his coat quickly. His shoulder was bleeding quite a bit, but the blood was watery as it streamed down his leg and into the sand, where it mixed with the otter’s, who was now bleeding from the leg and neck. It made tiny movements, though Pepper knew it’d die soon. He’d crushed the trachea, which is why it couldn’t breathe, despite its weak attempts. 

”See it anywhere?” he called out. He was also looking, but due to his position, couldn’t see on the other side of the dam, where he assumed it went.