The two surviving, inky-black, Displacer beasts finally slow their pace.
Growls one to the other.
“About same as you.”
Despite their weird, dimensional-sliding powers, they’re both covered with cuts, scratches and stab wounds from their recent and unsuccessful sneak-attack against the group of two-legs.
“Others gone?”
“Certainly.”
“Even Alpha?”
“Saw her dead before we fled.”
Both monstrous, panther-like creatures stop to consider what’s just happened. Their whip-like tentacles, quivering above their first and second sets of shoulder-blades.
“We killed one horse though.”
“Good eating and now only split by two.”
ah those poor beasts, don't think they dragged off the dead horse and I'm sure Fortu (and the garbage disposal Doberman) could be partial to roast horse flank so there may not be much left
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