It opened its maw wide, showing off sharp incisors. A blue
tongue flicked out and caressed the tendril of frozen water. The purple suckers
on the end attached to the spear and yanked detaching it from the roof of the
cave. It crunched on the icicle as it did on bone. Nothing could withstand the
powerful jaw once it had its prey in its grasp. The tongue flicked out again brushing
against something soft. An animal perhaps. It didn’t smell like an animal it
was used to.
A whimper filled the darkness of the cave. The creature moved
closer to the noise. The suckers attached to the softness and felt something
hard underneath. It yanked. The prey was larger than expected. A scream bounced
off the icy walls. Its tongue pulled the prey closer even as it struggled to
escape. Finally, it closed its mouth and the satisfying warmth and squish of something
other than water satisfied his thirst and satiated its hunger.
