Totoka River sleep with the devil you know

this poor otter

one moment he had the advantage, and the next moment he did not. as crimson painted the snowy floor between them while they continued their gruesome game of tug of war, his grip upon their prey quickly began to slip away. each of her yanks loosened his hold until eventually, in an attempt to secure the otter once more, he let go to readjust himself. it had been less than half a second, but half a second was all she needed.

as his teeth tried to find their way to the tattered corpse once more, the eerie sound of jaws meeting air rang loudly in his ears. even with defeat looking him straight in the eyes, he was determined not to give up. and so in a last attempt to try and steal back the prize, the inky ghoul threw his full weight in her direction, hoping to send the both of them tumbling to the snow.