“Nice shooting!” Asha
complimented. “I’ll get it.” She ran
past him grabbing the dead bird. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a
movement, only a fleeting shadow.
At first she didn't think anything of it but as she walked back toward
him she saw what she thought was hair.
She stopped, frozen in her tracks watching and listening to the surrounding trees. At first there was no
sound, he looked at her his eyebrows knitting together in a question.
From behind the trunk of a tree there came a hulking
figure. The hair on the figure was brown
and caked with mud. The long maw was
filled with sharp teeth and a lolling tongue; it looked at her with a harsh
glimmer in its eye then sprung.
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