Yoa sniffed at the sand, following the pawprints of a large beast that had dragged its victim into the crashing waves. It had struggled for its life, that was clear, but if this manner of creature was the legend, the ancient he thought it might be, then his evenings would be getting busier. The waves were dark, pitch black and not their usual vivid turquoise and clear waters. That meant it was still nearby.
Yoa's growl rumbled in warning along the shores, the sound causing a rippling effect in the sands circling outwards from where he stood on all fours, glaring into the sea directly where his senses were pointing out where the creature was still lurking and no doubt feasting on its latest victim. The foam from the waves was left bloodied.
Not the colour of red like normal. It was black. The prey it had dragged into the sea was a vampira. The black blood along the foam was evidence enough.
