Whitefish River Impede

 

@Black Hat & @Aningan

It was midmorning, and the river bubbled, carrying sheets of ice along its surface while flakes fell all around. It was quiet, even serene if one didn't mind the chill. Not a soul stirred by the riverbed.

The tranquility was shattered by sharp hooves that pounded against the ground and kicked up snow in violent clouds behind the frenzied fleeing elk. The source of the herd's distress was hot on their heels, a silver streak with rippling muscles and a ruby thousand-yard stare. Unwavering was the lioness' gaze on her target as she gained on some unfortunate yearling. Within heartbeats, they both went tumbling down in a plume of powdered snow and stained the pristine white ice with the fawn's crimson lifeblood. But the elk did not yield; they headed straight for the river's shallows to put as much distance between themselves and the steelclad killer as their bodies could stand.

Sparx