Blackbeak Bluff Kicking The Dirt

Raptor did not let up. His fangs flashed again and again, raging for blood. He needed this win and meeting no resistance from the white wolf only spurned him on. Raptor was not a killer the way some of his brethren had been but he wanted to leave a mark or claim a trophy — a flayed bit of hide would suffice. But the white wolf slipped out of his attack and spun, fleeing down the coast. Raptor chased, snapping at the wolf's tail and flank, but his fury was taken over by surging triumph and he skidded to a halt, throwing a snort at the retreating wolf's backside.

"HAW!" He bellowed in mocking down the shoreline. He stood with his head lifted and his snout tipped up so that he could stare down his nose at this whelp he had run off. His flag hoisted high above his hips. This was not a stance Raptor took hardly ever, but he stood there now in his glory and gloated and basked, swaying to the song of victory in his head. He hurled one last insult and threat over the din of the sea. "If I catches ye near 'er again I'll hang yer little weakling sack off a branch over me bed!"

It was then that Raptor realized shit — Sandpiper! and whirled to hasten to her side and check her out see if she was hurt. "Piper!" He hollered, burnt umber eyes scanning her slim figure. "What the hell?"