Here is this week's prompt:
My Flash Fiction:
The creature sat lazily in the high branches of a tree, picking its sharp yellow teeth with its long, ragged fingernails. A closer look would reveal gray skin long since void of any warm pigment and blood red eyes that shone with anything but humanity. Voices carried to the top branches, the creature tensed with excitement. It seemed the jogger it had been stalking must have felt its presence and brought a friend for protection. Silly humans, it thought as it swooped down from its perch. No one stands a chance against the ancient thirst of the Wendigo once it has found its prey.
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