
Devil watched as the raggedy band of humans maneuvered through the narrow confines of the canyon below.
He could smell the death clinging to them. He knew they had not found the water and they were walking farther from it every minute.
In another mile or so, it would be too late. They would be at the mercy of the Black Canyon Pack. But Devil was not like the rest of the pack. He did not think it wise to make prey of humans.
Congrats to Mandy White, the readers’ choice in this week’s Indies Unlimited Flash Fiction Challenge.
