Otatso Wetlands And the dents on my car

The smell of death hit her quickly, Calfuray turning to pursue it. Her interest was clear and immediate.

However, Cal was never a lucky woman. Far too close to the carcass for her liking sat a strange man with an energy that she found she was not so keen on engaging with.

Her head lowered as she stalked, inching closer to what was once the man's meal. Not once did her eye leave him. She spoke no words; in her mind he would either leave, or one of them would get a good bite.