Blackfoot Forest do you feel ashamed?

no.

no.

his head shakes teeth coming to snap furiously at the woman. but he's weak, frail, and misses his target. with each snap of teeth. simply fanning over her silver fur and failing to make purchase.

no!

no!

he is dragged to the edge where water lurks, tapping at the edges, growling hungrily for him. waiting to devour. to devour him. he yells, shrieks, growls, snarls. when he is pushed over the edge, it is with a parting gift to the woman; his teeth scoring her shoulder, tearing open hide.

the water is set to consume him. his forelegs dig, dig, dig. splashing frantically as he reaches for anything to hold but he is only met with the crystalline water. the blue pool soon is muddied with his black blood, soaking him through, leaving him shivering, shuddering.

his head goes under. then comes back up with a mighty breath to fill his lungs, a snarl echoing off the walls of the cave.