Otter Creek bing bang boom

Bone met bone, but his teeth did not make contact. The jarring clash of their bodies was enough to call the desperate male off from his attack; there would be little to be gained from eating this one. He growled and snapped— all show, of course— as he untangled himself from the other. Part of him wanted to kill the other, simply for vengeance against the loss of precious energy he had expended, but he felt too weak and depleted in the wake of his charge.

Sides heaving, the male loosed wheezes and whines he was unaware of as he struggled to regain his breath. Dull eyes rested on the other, though there was nothing to be gleaned from his gaze; for it was the lifeless gaze of the dead walking.